It was a Night Out (In)


We were roommates, and I think I fell in love with her immediately. She and the other roommate we would be sharing the house with picked me up at the airport. She was deceptively thin, and it wasn’t until later when she sleeked from the bathroom to her room while I was on the couch watching tv that I realized how great a figure she had. She didn’t flaunt it but she had a perfect set of boobs and ass. Real beauty doesn’t demand attention.

Her name was Keagan, and the other roommate was Amber. We were all to live in a house in Antigua, Guatemala, owned by the adventure tourism company we all worked for. They had been there before I got there. Amber had been there for over a year, and was actually engaged to a local. Keagan had gotten down there three months earlier.

I was terrified as I came out of customs at the Guatemala City airport. I had never been to another country before. I didn’t speak Spanish. And I had half-crippling self esteem issues. When you come out of the airport into the air there is an ocean of people standing outside waiting for someone else. Seriously, it’s the densest organization of humans I think I’ve ever seen. Some had signs for who they were waiting for, but mostly it was just tightly compacted faces all staring expectantly like giddy golden retrievers at the terminal exit.

In an email, Amber had told me to walk through the throng and to the right to where they would be waiting. It’s safe to say, that as a clueless gringo with faded blue jeans and an xxl tee shirt, I was spotted by them long before I figured out where they were. They shouted my name, and I looked around and saw them. I was so relieved to have anything familiar–albeit people I solely knew from phone and email.

And that’s when I saw her: all dimples and curly brown hair.

They explained everything I needed to know on the way back from the airport: only drink bottled water, no toilet paper down the toilet, etc. The things I learned to tolerate and even love while living in a developing country. The whole time Keagan talked I just stared at her face. It was so expressive, like the kind a professional actor aspires to. Whatever she was saying echoed on her face, and even when the loud motor of the ancient Kia van overpowered her voice, I knew what she was saying just by reading her expressions.

At that moment, I felt a terror in my stomach. As a romantic and overweight midwestern male with self image problems, I pretty much fall in love five times a day. It doesn’t take a lot, a serene smile, curly hair, an act of kindness or consideration, and I fall casually in love with the girl I’m sitting next to on the bus or the one in front of me in line at the coffee shop.

But casually falling in love with a stranger is fine. I could not do this sort of thing with someone I would both work and live with.

But there she was being accidentally beautiful.

As we pulled into my home for the next year, I vowed to myself that I would bury these feelings and any other ones that would come and not let it get in the way of being a good roommate and co-worker.

And it seemed to work. Certainly, she was the sole material I needed for masturbation, but during the daytime, I thought I hid any attraction I had rather well. It helped that I was overweight and constantly thought badly about myself; therefore, I believed I didn’t have a chance. I’m not a risk-taker anyway (unless drunk), so harboring feelings comes naturally.

We got on thusly for the first month. We became friends, and did most activities together. We cooked and ate lunch together. We watched TV together. We went out on the town of Antigua together. And we practiced Spanish together. I seemed to be learning it a lot faster than she, but I pretended to be stuck on the same stuff so that I would look smarter.

On our nights out, we made friends with a broad community of expats living in Antigua, and there were Bursa Escort always people willing to go out with us and hit the bars. I never thought I’d get to the point of being tired of beer, but one weekend it hit me. I could not go out on that Saturday no matter how wrong it felt.

Around 6 o’ clock that evening I left my bedroom, and proudly announced “Attention. I am having a lovely evening at home tonight. Anyone is welcome to join me, but I will not be going out.”

Keagan came out of her room with that gorgeous grin, “thank God! I so didn’t want to go out tonight, but I felt I had to. Let’s stay in!”

Amber was out with her fiance, as she usually was so just the two of us put a frozen pizza in the oven and settled in on the couch to watch TV.

“Ooh! Clueless” she said. “When was the last time we saw that?”

On this rare occasion, “Clueless” was actually in English and subtitled in Spanish. Usually it was dubbed. Seeing a movie in English in Latin America is such a treat that you feel like you’re almost home.

We just started in on the movie, when they showed up, a large chunk of expat friends we had made in Antigua. We explained that we were not going out tonight, and that “Clueless” was on, and they all thought a “night in” was the greatest idea. Seven people crammed in to the living room. They ordered more pizza (they actually do deliver pizza in Antigua), and we crammed around the TV.

I maintained my spot on the couch but Keagan politely surrendered hers and sat on the floor in front of me with two others. She was positioned right in front of me and with my legs slightly spread, she could rest her neck on the cushion I was sitting on.

Despite living in such close quarters for a month, this was the most contact I had had with her. Her delicate shoulders rested against the sides of my calves. Her head was inches from my crotch. I could smell her shampoo.

I had forgotten the movie at this point, and was just staring down at her, lost in her beauty as the TV lit up her features.

Obviously, at this point, I had an unavoidable and irrepressible erection, but the dark of the room hid it. I couldn’t help it though. She was so pretty and so close. Her scent and proximity really got me going, and when ever she moved–even slightly–I got even more painfully aroused.

And there we sat for what seemed to be an eternity: her blissfully watching a movie from our innocent youth and me lost in her atmosphere.


Until something funny happened on Clueless. I don’t really know what it was because, again, I wasn’t really watching. But something funny happened, and it had to be one of those special funny movie moments. Most funny scenes obey the law of diminishing returns: they get less funny the more you see them. But on a very rare occasion, a movie moment is so great that it’s greatness and funniness actually compounds. You see something in a movie that is funny, and that experience crystalizes. The next time you see that scene, you are back in time in that crytalized moment, and it’s not only just as funny, it’s funnier because you are travelling back and re-experiencing it. It’s more precious because it’s one of the few true moments of time travel.

But it was a big laugh for Keagan. A laugh that made her throw her head back. Hard.

And her hard skull collided with my throbbing erection, and I winced with pain even before I could wince with embarrassment.

Had she noticed? I had no idea. I was so embarrassed, and my erection shriveled away. I looked down at her, and she appeared unfazed, but if the lights had come on at that moment, I would have been beet red.

My heart was pumping, and I was in a panic. Had I just ruined everything? Would we have to live in awkwardness for the rest of our time together?

I couldn’t take it. At the next commercial break, I announced that I was tired Bursa Bayan and had to go to bed. I told everyone good night and escaped to my bedroom.

Initially, I lay in bed like a stone listening to the last half hour of Clueless. But then the memory of Keagan laying against my leg came back to me and I was fully rock-hard erect again.

I couldn’t sleep like that, so I desperately tried to get off so I could just go sleep off my embarrassment, but whenever I came close, I heard movement outside my door as our guests moved around the house. Any one of them could come into my room and ask me something so I froze. Once the noise subsided I would resume jerking off.

But then, the movie ended. I flipped over on my side and listened for the guests to leave. As a concession to show that I wasn’t paranoid Victor an expat from Austria did actually open my door and say good night before he left. The whole time my hard on sustained itself.

Finally, I heard Keagan wish the last person good night and shut the door, and I heard her pad to her room.

The sound of her moving through the house made the erection even more intense. I flipped back over and went back to work. With her scent in still in my nose and contact with her so recent, I wouldn’t last long. And I pounded away, desperately trying to not moan or make any noise.

Then my door opened. I flipped back to my side with my back to the door and tried to look asleep. I had been breathing pretty hard, and was trying to hold my breath, but my heart was pumping so hard that I had to take in air.

Then the door shut. I opened my eyes and tried to figure out if anyone was still there. Then I felt my covers lift up and someone crawl into bed with me.

I was still futilely trying to pretend I was asleep, but whoever it was cuddled up and spooned against me. I then smelled her shampoo and knew it was Keagan.

I still pretended to sleep, but one part of me refused to play dead, and I felt her had move to lay on my hip, and I had to take in a gasp of air very loudly.

“You awake?” She asked.

I stayed silent.

“I felt you earlier on the couch. Was that for me?”

I still thought playing asleep was the best option.

“Don’t be embarrassed. How do you feel now?”

Her hand then migrated down from my hip.

“Oh! You’re still feeling that way. It must be for me.”

I then groaned.

“So you’re not asleep.”

I still didn’t know what to say, so I stayed quiet. Even though she was fondling my balls. She wasn’t jerking me off. She was just feeling me.

Then she stopped. I thought she was going to leave and felt simultaneously grateful for that and sadness for this moment being over. But instead she crawled over to the other side of the bed and was now facing me.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded.

I looked at her.

“It’s okay. I like you. I can tell you like me.” She grabbed my dick again for emphasis. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such joy as reciprocal affection.

She continued, “I don’t know if you’re just timid about sharing how you feel, or if you don’t want to complicate our living and working relationship, but it doesn’t matter. We’re living far away from home, and we’re on an adventure. This is part of the adventure, and we have to take advantage of it.”

I reached out and touched her shoulder, and was surprised to find out she wasnt wearing a shirt or a bra.

“Now just relax and enjoy this moment.”

She then crawled on top of me and kissed me or the first time. My head felt so light in that kiss, but I felt that I had to do something so I flipped us both over so I was on top, kissed her back.

As we maintained our kiss, she reached down and grabbed the bottom of my shirt and peeled it off. We broke our kiss just long enough for it to come off. She then pushed my shoulder so that she could get on top again. She Escort Bursa kissed my lips again, but then worked down and kissed my chest and my ample belly. I felt self-conscious for a second, but she kept kissing me, and I realized she actually didn’t care that I was overweight.

She continued her way down and kissed my still rock-hard cock.

“Has this thing been hard the entire time? That’s like three hours. If I can’t make it go away, we’ll have to go see a doctor.”

She then took all of me in her mouth and sucked hard. It’s embarrassing, but I came right there. I was just too excited and too happy to hold back. The orgasm felt so good. I was elated.

She seemed to be surprised by the sudden emission and started coughing. I immediately went down to her on the bed and kissed her, taking her tongue and my seed in her mouth.

“Sorry. I was really excited.”

“Don’t worry. We have plenty of time.”

I continued to kiss her, but also exploring her body with her fingers. After eons of staring at her body through baggy tee shirts and jeans, I finally had her naked, and she was perfect.

Her breasts were pristine spheres with huge areolae. I loved them. Her abdomen was flat but soft. Her ass was incredibly round. After seconds of this, I was hard again.

I broke off our kiss and sucked on her nipples, and she groaned from the excitement. I then used my tongue to make trail from he tits to her belly button down to her sex.

She wasn’t shaved, but it didn’t matter. No matter what it looked like, I was turned on. I devoured her pussy, and gave her entire labia broad strokes with my tongue.

I wasn’t very sexually experienced, but being a nerd, I had read a number of books on the subject in case the opportunity arose. And despite my excitement, I was able to put my book-learning to work. After several tongue-strokes over her drenched pussy, I focused on her clit and tickled it with my tongue. She was moaning hard by now, and I stopped licking in an effort to tease her.

She wasn’t having that, and grabbed the back of my skull and drove my face deep into her.

“Use *breath* your *breath* finger *breath* too,” he panted.

I jammed my pointer and middle fingers into her beautiful and moist entrance and stroked the up and back to me as I kept licking her clit.

She started moaning very loudly then and grabbed me by the ears and pulled me up. I went up to her face.

“Fuck me!”

I was in no condition to argue. She reached down grabbed my renewed hard on and pulled it into her. I’ve never felt closer to another person. She wrapped her arms around me, and pulled all of me into her. We were one person.

“Kiss me while we do it,” he whined.

Our lips met and we were breathing together between thrusts. She was so vocal and grunted everytime I pushed myself into her. I found it contagious, and we were grunting together very loudly.

The books I had read said that missionary position was not the position you wanted for the female to come, but there we were, and she was clearly getting off. I wasn’t going to change positions. I just kept thrusting and pistoning into her warm pussy and basking in the ecstasy. As it turned out my prematureness earlier was a blessing as I was lasting a long time on my second wind. And unlike when I was jerking off, the point here wasn’t to come, it was to enjoy being this close and sharing this profound experience with someone I adored. I wasn’t ready to say it, but I think I loved this woman.

She was now meeting my dick halfway with her pussy and we were both screaming into each other’s mouths. Her pitch got louder and her mouth got wider and I knew she was close.

“Come with me!” she commanded.

That did it for me. After three more thrusts, I blasted my cum into her with a deafening grown as she shrieked loudly into my mouth. I thrusted a couple more times and then collapsed on top of her. She embraced me and just held me.

We didn’t say anything after that. We just lay there with me still inside her. We held each other and drifted off to sleep, ending what up to that point was the greatest night of my life.

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