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Before I got my own place, I lived with my friend, David, and his girlfriend, Kim. They were only dating for six months before we all moved in together.

They met online. Kim was in her late twenties, two years younger than him but two years older than me. I saw other women my friend had dated before her, and he certainly had a type. She was fat and had gigantic tits. Her face was adorable. Her chubby cheeks made her look more innocent than she was.

I met her a few times before moving in, and we hit it off. She was sarcastic and blunt. We joked a lot, mostly at my friend’s expense, but it was all in good fun. David liked her. After a string of bad first dates, I was happy to see that he finally found someone.

We all moved into a small two-bedroom apartment in an old building. The living room barely had enough room to fit the TV and couch. There was a kitchen with a small table in the corner, and at the end of the hallway were the two bedrooms, side by side.

Our first night there, I heard them fuck. The wall between our rooms was paper-thin. It was my first time having a roommate, so I felt like this was something I would get used to, but I never did.

During the weekdays, Kim and I spent a lot of time alone. She had lost her job, and I was barely working, trying to begin my career as a graphic designer, so after my friend left for work, we would hang out in the living room, smoking weed and watching TV.

Kim and I never spoke about sex at first. It wasn’t until she started telling me about her weekends that the topic came up.

My friend told me she was bi. He assumed their relationship would be filled with threesomes and orgies. They weren’t. But that didn’t mean she stopped messing around with girls.

She went to visit her parents every other weekend. They lived 45 minutes away. She said it felt like going home. Her room was the same as when she left it, and her friends still lived nearby. While there, she would meet girls online and hook up with them.

One morning, she told me about the last one she met.

“Let me show you her pics,” she said and sent them to my phone.

They started innocently enough; in the first, she was holding her daughter, who looked about two years old. I kept scrolling past a series of selfies. In the last few pics, she had her tits out; in others, she played with herself.

“What do you think?” She said, waiting for my approval.

I took another look at the last picture, the one with her legs spread. Her clit was pierced.

“Doesn’t she have a pretty pussy?” She said.

I felt nervous about disrespecting David, so I let the question go unanswered, but Kim continued.

“What kind of porn do you watch?”

“I dunno,” I said. “I watch everything.”

She groaned. “Oh, boring. Come on; you know you have a favorite type of porn you cum to. What do you watch when you’re in a rush or something.”

“I watch gang bangs,” I conceded. “Girls with big tits. Regular shit people watch.”

“Hm.” She wondered to herself and brushed her hair behind her ear with her fingers. “I like big dicks.”

“Black or white?” I asked.

“Either. As long as they’re long. I like when they choke on it.”

Kim smiled at me, and my cock jumped. She was in her pajamas, a. low-cut tank top, and a pair of short shorts. She leaned on the table, her tits on display.

“I’m going to go to my room,” I said, getting up from the kitchen table.

She smirked. “You’re going to jerk off, aren’t you?”

I was feeling bold. “Maybe.”

I hardly made it ten seconds into a video until my phone buzzed with a text from Kim. She sent me a video. The thumbnail was of a girl with hot pink hair. Underneath, she wrote: I like how she sucks dick.

The girl in the video was big. She had small tits but wide hips and a gigantic ass. Her scene was with a muscular black man. She knelt in front of him, took his cock out, and slapped it on her tongue. She stroked him until he was hard, then got it wet, running her mouth along the side of it. Then she gagged on it until it was drenched in saliva.

The phone buzzed again. It was another video. This time it was a different scene but with the same girl. Three black guys surrounded her. Their cocks hung around her as she sat in front of them, smiling. Since you like gang bangs ;).

The video wasn’t long, but I didn’t get through the whole thing. Watching her get spit-roasted and knowing Kim got off to this was too much for me.

I cleaned up and went back upstairs. Kim only smiled at me. “She’s hot, right?”

When my friend got home, things were PG again.

It went on like this for the rest of my time there. She later started to send me videos while my friend was home. My friend would be in his recliner watching TV or talking about work while Kim sat on the couch, texting me videos of girls she wondered I’d like. She was all the time right.

A few times a night, I’d excuse myself, go downstairs, jerk off, and come back up as if nothing happened. Kim would smile at me, knowing she helped make me cum.

I’d be lying if I said I never pictured Kim naked. As time went on, I couldn’t help but glance at her chest, hoping to see where the cleavage line ended. Glances turned into lingering stares. I thought what her nipples looked like.

One day, I got my answer.

I went to the bathroom, and her phone was lying on the sink counter. The screen lit up the room. At first, I wondered she must have forgotten her phone, but then I looked at the screen. The photo app was open, filled with small thumbnails of Kim’s naked selfies.

I clicked one and scrolled through them. In some, she squeezed her arms together, cradling her double d tits. In others, she pinched her dark nipples. She stared at the camera in all of them, licking her lips.

I shut the door and texted myself the pictures. I then went into the sent messages and deleted the evidence. I put the phone back down and left. I came to the photos later that night. Kim never made mention of it.

Was she sending me messages, or was I overthinking it? What were the odds that she intentionally left her phone open to her pictures? Maybe she did forget. What if I brought it up and she told David I was going through her phone?

We were friends. And friends talk about sex stuff, right?

I knew we were crossing a line, but since we never crossed THE line, I told myself that what we were doing wasn’t wrong.

That night, I heard them through the walls. The bed squeaked. The headboard bounced off the wall we shared. Kim moaned.

I lay on the bed and looked at the pictures of Kim. I stroked myself. The moans on the other side got louder. Her tits. Her eyes. Her lips. I closed my eyes and pictured. Her riding him. Her riding me.

Her moans got longer, filled with more relief than pleasure. I had heard them fuck enough to know the routine. I put the phone on the bed face up and walked over to the door to my room. I cracked the door open and went back to bed.

Any minute now, Kim would walk past my room and clean up in the bathroom before returning to bed. This time I wanted her to see me.

I heard their door open. Kim’s footsteps got louder as they approached my door. They usually would continue down the hall, but they stopped. The door creaked open, and she stepped inside. Her voice was a whisper.

“We’re you listening to us?” It wasn’t a question. She came closer and noticed her picture on my phone. “I thought you needed a visual.”

She knelt between my legs and squeezed my cock.

“I did too.” She put my cock in her mouth, working her hand in rhythm with her mouth. She gagged on it. Ropes of spit connected her lips to my cock as she quickly stroked it.

“I want you to cum too,” she said, pumping it faster. She wiped the dripping saliva from her chin.

She felt it get thicker and put it back in her mouth. I erupted in the back of her throat. She paused, swallowing it as she slowly slid her lips back and forth on m, as I continued to spurt. She released my dick with a gentle kiss and went to wash up.

I heard her go back into the bedroom she shared with my friend a moment later.

We fucked almost every day while my friend was at work until the day I moved out. After that, we all still hung out occasionally. I’d come over for dinner, or we would meet in the city for drinks.

They continued to date and got engaged last month.

My friend asked me to be the best man.

NSFW: yes

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