I collapsed on the bed, shuddering as the spasms kept coursing through my vagina. Alex continued to drive himself into me faster and faster until he gave a loud groan and pushed himself as deep as he could, triggering yet another spasm in me. Then, after a few more thrusts he collapsed on me, and his weight felt good as we clung to each other.
Finally, he rolled to one side. His big hand reached out to brush the hair out of my face, and there was a tender, questioning look on his face. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Was that good?”
I was still in a daze and couldn’t think clearly to choose my words well. All I could say was, “It was super!” He laughed, and when I realized what I’d said, I began laughing too. We clung to each other and eventually drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke in the morning, I reached over for him, but his side of the bed was empty. Dismay swept over me at the thought that he had snuck out, but before I could begin to feel sorry for myself, he reappeared through the door, and I realized he must have had to use the bathroom. I felt relieved and happy as he crawled back under the sheet beside me and proceeded to fall asleep again.
After a while I got up and took a quick shower before making some coffee and starting breakfast. I heard the shower running again and I figured he was up as well. Sure enough, he appeared shortly, giving me a grateful smile as he smelled the food.
I had just fixed him a plate when my roommate’s door opened and she appeared in her robe and slippers. “Alex,” I said, “this is my roommate, Terri Feldman. Terri, this is Alex Stevenson.” They shook hands, and after she poured herself a cup of coffee, she sat down and continued to stare at Alex so intently that he couldn’t help but notice. “I guess you’re not used to seeing someone wearing a Superman costume,” he said good-naturedly.
“No,” she said, “I’m not used to seeing my roomie bring home a man.”
Alex chuckled while I blushed in embarrassment.
Sunday was a rainy day, and since Terri had to go out, I asked Alex if he could stay for a while. He agreed and we spent the morning sitting on the couch, reading the Sunday paper. I began to feel warm and domestic. Warning signals were going off in my head, but I ignored them because I was enjoying myself so much.
After a while Alex put down the paper and turned to me. “So what’s the deal with your roommate? She seems a lot older than you. Are you two related?”
“No,” I laughed, “although she sometimes acts like my mother. She sort of adopted me at work, and when my old boyfriend kicked me out of his apartment, she invited me to move in with her. Terri’s been watching out for me ever since.”
He nodded. After another couple of minutes, he spoke up again. “I just realized: you already know all about me,” he said. “How about letting me hear your story?”
I poured myself another cup of coffee and began.
There’s really not that much to tell. I was something of a tomboy growing up. In addition to not being attracted to feminine things, I was late to fill out, so the boys in high school pretty much ignored me. But that didn’t bother me much because I’d developed an interest in writing. Instead of socializing I threw myself into working for the high school newspaper and the annual.