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“Okay, I’ll be back in about half an hour.”

“Awesome…hey, get some more ice while you’re out.”

“Yeah, right, as if there’ll be any left.” Ryan closed the door to the apartment behind him.

Lana stood up and crossed the room to adjust one of the large fans that sat beneath the window. Satisfied with the new angle, she flopped back onto the couch, opposite Jack, her boyfriend’s roommate. “Shit, it’s hot in here,” she complained.

Jack leaned forward to grab the TV remote off the coffee table and hit the power button, turning the television off. “Hey, what’d you do that for?” Lana asked.

Jack didn’t answer, but the look on his face said everything. Lana caught his gaze and laughed, rolling her eyes. “Oh no, not this again.”

“Come on, you can’t tell me that…”

“Jack, we’ve had this discussion before. Many times. Nothing’s going to happen.”

“But you just sent Ryan out to get more beer.”

“Because we needed more beer.”

“You could have gone with him.”

“And go back outside into that humidity? I think not.”

“You have an answer for everything, don’t you.”

“You know I do,” she said, giving him a sly smile.

Jack sighed and leaned back into his corner of the couch. It was just his luck that the sexiest, smartest, most charming girl he knew would come into his life in the form of his roommate’s girlfriend. At first, he had figured that he would just leave the two of them alone and just be civil to Lana whenever she came over, but she had insisted on getting to know him so that she could be sure that “her boy was being taken care of properly”. Jack hated to admit it, but part of him had hoped that someone that gorgeous would be something of a bitch so he could find a reason to dislike her. Alas, his plans had backfired.

He turned back to look at her. She had reclined against one of the large pillows in the corner of the couch, head back and eyes closed. Her long, dark blonde hair was piled in a sloppy ponytail on top of her head, the little wisps around her forehead moving slightly in the breeze from the fan. Her cheeks were pink from the heat and there was a thin layer of sweat covering her face. Jack watched intently as a droplet slid down her neck and into the collar of her sleeveless blouse, the buttons of which were straining against the weight of her large breasts. He let out the smallest of groans as he felt the familiar stirring in his shorts.

Despite his attempts to mask it, the noise caused Lana to open her eyes. Realizing that he had been staring at her, she grinned at him. “Were you watching me again? Creep.” She chuckled.

“Come on, Lana. You know you want me. You admitted it. What do I have to do?”

She sat up on the couch. “Nothing. You’re going to do nothing because nothing is going to happen.” She grabbed a magazine off the coffee table and started fanning herself with it.

Jack thought back to one of their conversations from several weeks ago. He hadn’t been sure if Lana was flirting with him or if it was all in his head (or just wishful thinking), so one night, on the Bahçelievler escort computer, he decided to bring it up. Lana didn’t even try to deny it; two of the things he admired most about her were her confidence in her sexuality and her brutal honesty. She admitted to being attracted to him and to sensing some chemistry between them, but also made it perfectly clear that she wasn’t willing to jeopardize her relationship with Ryan for him. As she had put it, her love for Ryan and her own carnal desires didn’t always line up exactly, but Ryan was more important than her “sexual wanderlust”, as she had called it.

Jack readjusted his body in his corner of the couch and sighed. “Oh well, it doesn’t really matter. Ryan will probably be back soon enough, anyway.”

“With the rush hour traffic? It’ll take him longer than his estimated thirty minutes.”

Jack arched one eyebrow. “Oh? I see you’ve been giving this some thought.”

He’d caught her – he saw it for a split second on her face. “All right, you got me,” she said, with the slightest hint of a mischievous grin.

He felt his cock twitch again with hope. “So what now?”

She gave him a wide-eyed look, incredulous. “Nothing! How many times do I have to say it?”

“It’s not like you haven’t cheated on him before.”

“Hey. That was once, he knows about it, and it was with a girl. It doesn’t count.”

“It’s the same basic principle.”

Lana couldn’t really argue with his logic. She looked down, silently thinking. Jack watched her, praying this would be the opportunity he’d been dreaming about.

After what seemed like hours, she looked up at him. “Okay, here’s the deal.”

“Yes?” Jack hoped she didn’t notice the slight quiver in his voice.

Lana looked him squarely in the eye. “No touching.”

“No touching?” he repeated, slightly disappointed.

“No touching. But don’t worry, I put on a good show. And I hope you do the same. ” She gave him another one of her famous sly smiles and leaned forward. “Here’s the boundary,” she said, indicating one of the spaces between the couch cushions. “I’m serious. To you, this line is the fucking Berlin Wall. Cross it and it’s all over.”

Jack smirked a bit. “What if you can’t keep your hands off of me?”

“I’ll try my absolute hardest to control myself,” she said sarcastically. “Are we clear on the rules?”


“Good. Take off your shirt.”

Jack nodded and pulled the t-shirt, damp with sweat, off over his head and tossed it to the side. “Your turn.”

Lana grinned at him and turned so her entire upper body was facing him. She reached up to undo the top button of her shirt and continued down, almost painfully slowly, never taking her eyes off him. Pausing just for a moment, she flung open the shirt and shrugged it off her shoulders in one fluid motion.

Jack felt his cock begin to strain against the confines of his shorts as he feasted his eyes on the amazing sight before him. The black satin bra could barely contain her magnificent breasts. Smooth, pale Bahçeşehir escort bayan flesh spilled out over the tops and sides of the cups and he could see the outline of her nipples poking through the fabric. Barely realizing what he was doing, he moved his hand over the fly of his pants and began gently stroking himself through his shorts.

Lana saw this and shook her head at him. “Pants off.” He obeyed the order, undid the button and carefully pulled down the zipper, and slid his shorts down off his narrow hips. His dick, well on its way to its full size, was well defined in his boxer-briefs. He pulled the shorts off from around his ankles and dropped them on the floor as he nodded in her direction.

Lana took her cue and undid the button of her own shorts. They joined Jack’s shorts on the floor and she sat back and opened her legs, exposing her black, slightly damp, satin thong.

“I believe you’re still wearing more than I am,” Jack said, breaking the silence.

“Impatient, are we?” she laughed. Reaching behind her, she undid the back clasp of her bra and released her massive breasts.

Jack groaned again. “If I cross over to the other side of the Berlin Wall, you’ll really shoot me down?”

“So fast, you won’t know what hit you.”


Lana giggled a bit as she slid down on the couch. “Besides, some days I like to keep them all to myself.” Without taking her eyes off Jack, she lifted one heavy breast to her mouth and flicked her tongue around her own rosy nipple.

Jack reached inside his underwear and wrapped his hand around his growing cock. “God, Lana, you’re killing me.” Her nipple was now in her teeth and she was pulling on it gently, but she had the same pseudo-innocent look on her face. “Can I take off my underwear?”

She smiled. “You’re so good to ask. Of course you can.” He wasted no time in getting his underwear into the pile of clothing on the floor. Upon noticing his cock, now nearly to its full size, Lana’s eyes grew wide.

Jack noticed this and decided to have some fun. “So, Lana, is it bigger or smaller than Ryan’s?”

She dropped her breast and leaned her head back. “I’m not answering.”

“One could argue that you already have.”

“I’m not listening to you!” she sang. Hooking her thumbs into the strings of her thong, she pushed it off her rounded hips, revealing her neatly-trimmed pussy. Grinning at Jack, she slid down even more on the couch and rested one leg on top of the couch and the other on the coffee table.

Jack groaned as he tightly gripped his hard cock and began to stroke it. Lana watched a tiny drop of precum appear as she lowered her hand to her opening. She slid in her middle finger and shuddered a bit. “Mmm, Jack, I am so fucking wet right now, you wouldn’t believe it.” She lifted her hand back up to her mouth and gently licked her juices off her finger.

The sight was almost too much for Jack as he continued to move his hand up and down. “I want to fuck you so bad, Lana, harder than you’ve ever been fucked in your life.” Lana Escort Bakırköy moaned as she slid two fingers into her pussy and started thrusting against her hand. “You’ll really stop this whole thing if I come over there and just slam you into the couch?”

“I said no touching and I meant it,” she said, breathing heavily. Her eyes were half-closed and her head was back against the pillow as she brought her other hand down to play with her clitoris. “Shit, Jack, you make me so fucking hot. I do want you, and badly. But knowing I can’t have you almost makes it better.”

“You can have me. You know that.”

She opened her eyes all the way and looked at him, shaking her head. “No. I can’t.” She started rubbing circles around her clit, increasing the speed and pressure. “But I like having you watch me,” she breathed.

Jack used his precum to lubricate himself and watched her. Lana looked more amazing than she had in any of his fantasies, her huge breasts jiggling and spilling off the sides of her body as she frantically fucked herself. He started to match her increased speed as he pretended his hand was her tight little hole. “Have you ever thought about me while fucking Ryan?” he asked.

“Mmm…” She was trying to focus only on her growing pleasure and Jack could tell that she was nearing her orgasm. She arched her back and began thrusting even harder, her breasts bouncing all over the place.

“Say it, Lana,” he growled, feeling the tightening in his balls that meant he, too, was getting close. “Say it or I swear I will come over there and keep you from finishing yourself off.”

“Yes, you fucking bastard!” She felt the familiar tingling sensation beginning deep in her pussy and drove her fingers as far in as they would go. “Yes, I think about you, yes, I sometimes pretend it’s you fucking me, yes, I think about cumming all over you instead of Ryan, yes, I….oh, God!” Her voice trailed off as the orgasm finally exploded all over her body. Jack watched her contort with pleasure on the couch and the look of sheer bliss on her face was enough to drive him over the edge. He moaned her name as he shot ropes of hot white cum onto her half of the couch, not caring where it landed. He collapsed backwards, cock still in hand, and closed his eyes, exhausted.

They lay in silence for a few minutes, neither of them wanting to ruin the moment. Finally, Lana opened her eyes. “We’d better get all cleaned up before Ryan gets back,” she said, looking pointedly at a few drops of cum that had made their way to her stomach and hips.

“That would probably be a good idea.”

“What are you going to do about the couch?”

“Give it a really quick cleaning and then spill a glass of water on it to make it look like I accidentally spilled a glass of water on it.”

“Clever,” Lana laughed. She stood in front of one of the fans for a few moments. “Well, we picked a good day to do this, we were already sweating to death before Ryan left,” she said as she gathered up her clothing.

“I hear the heat wave’s supposed to continue well into next week. Think of the possibilities.”

“Asshole.” Lana laughed again as she picked up Jack’s shorts and threw them at him. “I’ll be in the bathroom. With the door locked.”

Jack chuckled to himself as he heard her slam the door and click the lock shut. Shaking his head at the thought of what had just happened, he stood up and got dressed.

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