Stress killer

I sat on the couch, frustrated as hell. Finals were coming soon, and my head was spinning nonstop. An outlet for me needed to be found. One where drama wouldn’t come with it. I sat there as a clueless twenty-three-year-old brunette, just hoping that things would become better.

Little did I know, that the solution was walking through the door. My twenty-four-year-old roommate, standing at five foot ten, with her long blonde hair, and c-cup breasts, saw me, and knew what I was thinking.

“You’ll get through it, Jim,” she replied, as she sat down with me.

“I gotta do something to get myself out of this funk. I can’t even think straight, Stacy,” I told her.

As our brains were cluttered with stress due to finals, we laid down on the couch together. We were just roommates, and never had sex. My girlfriend had broken up with me, so neither one of us were getting laid. Her arms came around me, because she could relate.

In efforts to relive our stress, the books closed, and the video games came out. They were loved by both of us, and we bonded over them too. After an hour, stress wasn’t dying. Thoughts of my grades stayed on my mind.

“Sorry, Stacy, I’m just not feeling it right now,” I let her know.

We had become very close since junior high, so we were good friends, and it worked for us. No real sexual tension came up until that day.

Her arms wrapped around me very tightly, before we both retired to our rooms. I tried to get started again, but I was unable to. I found myself with the need to talk to her again. I got up, and arrived at her door. I cracked it open, and the sight of her masturbating entered my vision.

I immediately made my way to the living room. I know she didn’t see me, because her eyes were closed. Forty-five minutes into our ‘studying session’, she came out, and appeared to be happier.

“Were you just masturbating in there?” I laughed.

Stunned as she was, she maintained her cool.

“No, smart ass,” she replied, as she sat down with me.

We relaxed for a minute in silence, but the sexual tension entered the airwaves. The thoughts of it were running through my mind, and she knew it.

“Fine, yes, I masturbated in there. I’m not getting laid, so I gotta do it myself,” Stacy made clear.

A smile came across my face, but little did I know that my stress was about to leave the building. She stood up, and began undressing. I knew exactly what she had in mind. It was spontaneous, and well liked. As I had a naked woman standing in front of me, she put her hand out.

She led me to her bedroom, and got right in front of her bed. She lowered herself onto her knees, and undid my pants. They fell to the floor, and my hard dick made an appearance.

Her soft hands went to it, and her eyes came to mine, as she rubbed it. The thought of a secret crush came to mind, as she took my eight inch dick into her mouth. My nerves sky rocketed, as she went all the way to the base, and did not choke. Stunned, my best was done to not fall backwards.

Ironically, she stopped, and pushed me onto the bed. She stripped me, as she remained on her knees. Then her lips came to my cock again. My hands jumped onto her head, and it became clear that she had a lot of dick sucking experience. Her tongue came to the bottom of my cock, and massaged it.

My hands grabbed onto the sheets, and my eyelids closed tightly. I felt like her tongue, and my cock were playing twister in her mouth, only her tongue had to get into weird positions. My head laid flat on the bed, and I felt the need to cum, but my mouth opened first.

“This still feels wrong emotionally, but so good physically,” I moaned.

Her lips came off my cock, and went to my lips.

“I know, now you are gonna fuck me,” she let me know.

Her hand crept into her dresser, and snatched a condom. She took it out, and put it right on my cock. I still knew that this was wrong, but I ejected it from my mind. Then I found my body on top of her’s, and my cock slowly made a trip into her slit.

“Fuck me,” she demanded.

Love began to be made, and it seemed to be love at first fuck. Her arms wrapped around me, and held me down. Our lips jumped to each other, as my cock kept thrusting at a maintained speed. My stress was killed already, so I just had a sweet, and loving ride to enjoy.

“Jim, I’m a tough woman, fuck me like you mean it,” she told me.

Then the speed escalated, and moans escaped her soft lips.

“Oh, that’s good, Jim. Keep it up, I like that,” she moaned.

Pride was taken, as my ears heard that. You can know just about everything about someone, but until you fuck them, you don’t know shit.

As it was clear that this was more than a stress killer, I wanted to fuck her so hard, that she’d never forget it. Positions were switched to doggie style, and she began getting rammed.

“Please don’t stop,” she pleaded.

I was fucking her quickly as I could for ten minutes straight, and I became tired. As my desires to fuck her forever came to play, every ounce of strength I had was put into fucking her.

My big cock took her tight pussy, and transformed it into a throbbing slit, that loved my cock. It was a fact that her pussy was getting sore.

“I fucking love this,” she moaned.

Her limit came, loud moans came out again, and she splattered my cock, and the bed. My cock came out, and I collapsed down onto my back. Stacy ripped off the condom, and my cock entered her mouth again. She was thrusting her mouth rather quickly, and became sloppy.

My hand went to her forehead, and I could tell her nerves were jetting in every direction. Her magic lips made my cock feel so good, it almost went numb. The pleasure escalated into territories I never experienced before, as my hands came to my head.

Coping with the pleasure wasn’t an option, it was more like a pain, that I just had to get rid of. Luckily, my cannon was loaded, and ready to fire.

“Shit, Stacy, I’m fucking cumming!” I yelled.

Her head slowly backed off, and visions of me cumming like a fountain were viewed by her eyes. Then I had her naked body cuddling with mine, as we were both breathing heavily.

“Well, that certainly was a great stress killer,” I mentioned.

“No arguments here, you are a great lover, Jimmy,” she made sure I knew.

“Thank you. Do you think we can do it again?” I pondered.

“You’re welcome. Try lasting longer this time, and maybe we can ban our stress all together. It’s just being a good best friend to provide her BFF with some sexual relief, for stress in their time of need,” she made clear.

We had sex again, and now we do it at least a couple times a week. So, it could be said that we are best friends with benefits now, and maybe more later on.