My Student Became My Roommate And Then My Fuck Buddy (Part 2)

So I'm pretty shocked at the reaction to my first post. I just wanted to get it out there for the sake of writing it down, but a lot of people asked for more, so I figured I'd add to what happened

That night, after having sex with Jenni, I laid in bed for hours, unable to sleep. My head was spinning with questions. Would she regret what we did? Was she expecting we'd now be in some kind of relationship? Was it a one-time thing? The sex was incredible, of course. But I wasn't looking for a relationship at all right now. And even though Jenni and I are both adults now, with barely 4 years between us, it still seemed strange to be in a relationship with a girl who was once my student, years ago.

I eventually drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, it took me a minute for my mind to shake the cobwebs and recall what happened last night. I was terrified of the reaction I'd get from Jenni and Grace when I saw them. I rolled out of bed, built up some courage, and headed out to the common area to get some coffee.

Jenni was in the kitchen making coffee for herself while Grace was eating breakfast at the living area coffee table.

"Morning," I said lightly.

Jenni turned to me. "Hey," was all she said, but with a big smile.

Neither her nor I would ever be mistaken for the outgoing, bubbly type. We're both pretty awkward, actually. I stood next to her, grabbed a mug, and started making my own coffee. We stood there in silence for a while. Grace, about 10 feet away yelled out after a few minutes, "Oh my God you two are so annoying. You better not be awkward all the time now!"

That got a chuckle out of the both of us and dissipated some of the tension in the air. I sat down with the two women in the living room to drink my coffee and eat a pastry to start my day. As it happened, I had a full day planned. I needed to go out to the archives to do some research, then would be meeting with an academic friend I had met on Twitter for dinner to discuss potential dissertation topics. I was relieved to be out of the dorm all day.

I got home later in the evening after having had dinner and coffee with my friend. When I got there Jenni was hunched over some books, taking notes, while Grace was scrolling through social media on her phone. The three of us chatted a bit, and it seemed like the awkwardness was mostly gone. "Maybe it'll end up just having been a one-time thing that we never speak about again," I thought to myself. I was ok with that. In fact, it was probably the best-case scenario, all things considered.

After a while, Grace got up to go to bed. She pretended to realize something. "Oh no, my vibrator batteries died! I don't suppose anyone can fill in?" she said with a smirk.

Jenni and I busted out laughing. "Nice try," I told her. She pretended to pout and went off to her room.

That left Jenni and I in an awkward silence, which was broken a few moments later from a ding on both our phones. Grace, on the group chat.

"Since you two didn't bother being quiet last night, don't expect me to be anymore."

We laughed. "That girl is crazy," Jenni said softly.

"Yeah."

Obviously last night was on both our minds, but neither of us knew what to say. The silence was interrupted by a long, slow moan coming from the other side of Grace's door. I couldn't tell if Jenni regretted last night and didn't want to put her in an uncomfortable position where she thought I was expecting anything out of her, so I excused myself off to bed, despite not being sleepy. She also got up to go to her room and we gave each other a bit of an awkward hug goodnight, unsure what to do or say around each other.

The next morning I woke up before the girls and got in the shower to start my day. When I came out of the bathroom I was wearing my boxers, and an undershirt, with my towel wrapped around my waist. Grace was in the kitchen making herself breakfast and as I was walking back to my room, Jenni's door opened and she stepped out.

"Hey, if it isn't the friends with benefits! How was last night?" Grace asked, very suggestively.

Jenni's face turned beet red. To save her the embarrassment, I quickly said, "Not as great as yours, based on the sounds from your room."

Grace gave me a playful slap on the shoulder. "You two didn't do anything? Wow, I thought you'd be all over each other at this point. The sexual tension the past couple weeks has been off the charts," she said with a grin.

I just smiled and shook my head. To escape the excessively outgoing Grace, I made my way to my room, passing Jenni who gave me the slightest of smiles. Just as I closed the door I could barely hear Grace say to Jenni under her breath, "What? Don't act like you don't want him, I'm just trying to help you along."

That day was like the previous. A lot of work, and I ended up spending most of the day out. I got home in the evening to find Jenni alone, doing her reading again. Apparently Grace was busy at the library and would be there for a while. For the first time, the two of us were alone since a couple nights ago when we had sex for the first time.

We sat across from each other for a few minutes, both pretending to be reading and busy. I could feel Jenni building up the courage to say something.

"Look, I don't regret what happened, ok?" she eventually blurted out.

I looked up at her and put my book down. I could tell that was difficult for her to say.

"Me either," as all I could respond.

"Good."

Again, the room descended into silence for a moment.

"So what now?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Are we just going to be awkward around each other?" she asked with a slight hint of a smile.

"I hope not. You've always been a fun person to talk to in general."

"Just talking? Nothing else with me is enjoyable?"

Grace must have coached her on being more assertive, I jokingly thought to myself.

"I didn't say that," I replied. "The other night was...great."

I'm very conscious of the fact that I'm a few years older than her. I didn't want her to feel any pressure to do anything she was uncomfortable with. But I also didn't want her to think I wouldn't be interested in a repeat. A fine line to walk.

She looked relieved. "Good."

Her body seemed to physically relax as she settled into the couch a little. "Grace seems to think we should be banging constantly," she said with an air of sarcasm in her voice.

"Yeah, well Grace is pretty wild, it seems," I joked back.

Another short pause. "She said she won't be back until later," Jenni said, her voice trailing off a bit.

I looked up at her and smiled. I knew what she was putting down and I was willing to pick it up. I placed the book I had been reading on the coffee table and smiled at Jenni. She got up from the couch across from me, no words needed to be spoken. She swung one leg over me and sat on my lap, straddling me. She leaned in and her soft lips met mine. I let my hands explore her back as we kissed deeply.

I was hard within seconds. And I'm sure she could tell. Her hips were pressed up against mine. She was only wearing an oversized t-shirt and thin cotton shorts. I ran my hands up and down her smooth, soft legs.

She broke the kiss and pulled away from me. "I don't want that to have been a one-time thing," she said softly.

"Me either," was my only response.

She slithered down my body, ending up on her knees between my legs. Looking up at me with her big, brown eyes, she slowly undid my belt and zipper. She pulled my pants down past my hips and reached into my boxers, pulling out my dick, which was fully hard and ready for anything.

"Jenni," I said softly. "Grace could come back."

She held my dick with her soft hands. "Not for a while. And even if she comes back early, she'd just be happy that we're doing it again." As soon as that last word escaped her lips, her mouth opened up and she engulfed my head. I moaned loudly in response to what she was doing to me. My fingers ran through her hair as her tongue worked its way up and down the underside of my shaft

She pulled off my dick and looked back up at me. "I hope this isn't too forward, but I love your head," she said.

"Too forward? Jenni the other day I filled your pussy with cum. I don't think there's a such thing as too forward right now," I replied, smiling.

A grin broke out across her face and she took me back in her mouth as I moaned my approval. I don't know how long she was working my dick. It could have been 30 seconds, it could have been an hour. But when I felt myself getting close, I pulled her up lightly by her shoulders, indicating I needed her to stop. She pulled off of me and had a huge smile on her face. She was clearly enjoying this.

"Your turn," was all I had to say to her.

She got up on the couch and I pulled her shorts down. Underneath was a lacy pair of cotton panties, barely see through enough for me to see her slit.

I kissed her lightly on her covered pussy. "Someone wanted to wear something special today," I said to her.

She lifted her shirt off her body and showed me her matching lacy bra. "I was hoping to show this to you," she replied.

I pulled her panties to the side and wasted no time. I gave her a long, slow lick up her pussy lips. Her taste was intoxicating. I spread her lips with my fingers and tasted her pussy for the first time, trailing my tongue up to her clit. I circled her clit slowly.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh FUCK!" she yelled out. Without Grace her, we could be as loud as we want.

I teased her for a few minutes before putting my index finger inside her as my tongue focused on her clit. In my experience, some girls need lube even for regular penis-in-vagina sex. Not Jenni. She was soaked with what I was doing to her. Her moans became shorter, her breathing became more rapid. I could tell she wanted to cum. A tip I learned early on: when a girl is close, don't change anything up, just keep doing the same thing. I kept licking her clit rhythmically, going faster and faster.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck I'm so close!" she moaned out. I kept at it until her body tensed up, her legs wrapped tightly around my head and she pushed her pussy into my face.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!"

Nothing is better than making a woman cum. She came down from her high, unclenched her legs and opened her eyes. I would have continued to lick her to orgasm after orgasm, but she held my head, looked me in the eyes and simply said "I need your dick."

She didn't need to tell me twice. I stood up, my arms behind her back, and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around me and I walked her over to her room. I closed the door behind us, but didn't shut it. It was slightly ajar.

I dropped her on the bed. She was still wearing her panties and bra, but quickly ripped them off as I shed the rest of my clothes. She spread her legs, invitingly. Her lips parted ever so slightly. I got on top of her and she wrapped her legs around my back.

"I want you to fill me up," she moaned as she held my cock in her hands, leading it to her slick pussy.

I leaned in to kiss her, giving her a little taste of her own juices. She positioned my head at her opening and let go of my dick. Before I could push into her, she pulled me in, her legs wrapping tightly around my back. I had a pretty wide head, but once that was in, I was able to slide the rest of myself into her easily.

"I need your cum," she said as I began to rock back and forth in and out of her.

"I need your cum to fill up my tight pussy."

Ok, apparently this very shy, socially awkward girl has a wild dirty talk side. I played into it.

"I'm going to fill you up. My cum will be dripping out of you."

"Oh fuck, yes! Give it to me!"

"You'll still feel it inside you tomorrow, a reminder of what I did to you."

(Truth be told, I have no idea if a woman can still feel a creampie the next day lol. I'd love to be corrected on this, but in the moment I was just digging deep into the dirty talk bag.)

"Fuck me and creampie me! I need it!!"

At this moment, from my vantage point on top of her, I could barely see a shadow in the doorway. The lights were off in the common area and on in Jenni's bedroom, so it was hard to see, but there was the unmistakable silhouette of Grace, standing there watching us silently. Jenni couldn't see since she was facing up towards the ceiling, and I didn't bother mentioning it to her.

Knowing we were being watched was such a turn on. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. Despite the dirty talk, I still wanted to make sure Jenni was ok with this. "I'm going to cum," I barely got out between breaths.

"Yes, give it to me. Please. I need it." she exclaimed as I continued to pound her tight pussy.

That did it for me. I pushed into her deep, and did my "performers trick" (a fun nickname bestowed by a former partner) where I flex my pelvic floor, filling her up as much as I could. A second later, I started to shoot cum deep into her pussy. She moaned in satisfaction as I came inside her, with her legs wrapped around my back, holding me as deep inside her as she can take.

Both of us covered in sweat, we eventually collapsed in exhaustion. I looked up momentarily, just enough to see Grace's silhouette in the door slowly walk away.