roommate's boyfriend

My classmate Ling and I have been living together for three months. Back in school, Ling, Ting, and I were best friends, so we
found an apartment together. That day, Ling, her boyfriend, and I went out (my boyfriend and Ting
couldn't come because of other commitments). We stayed in a small wooden cabin that night.

The cabin had two single sofas and a few beanbag chairs, and with the soft lighting, it had a great
atmosphere. Ling's boyfriend was handsome and had an athletic physique and a generous personality. He wasn't exactly handsome,
but he was good-looking. Actually, he wasn't Ling's boyfriend—my classmate and roommate—but that night, I don't know
why.

We had some drinks and snacks in the cabin, and the three of us chatted non-stop. Maybe
we were all a little high, because before we knew it, we were all a bit drunk.

The effects of the alcohol were starting to kick in; all three of them had flushed faces and were talking louder and louder. Soon,
Ling said she couldn't take it anymore and wanted to sleep, so she asked her boyfriend to drink the remaining half-glass of liquor for her. Her boyfriend readily
agreed and downed it in one gulp.

Seeing this, I also insisted that her boyfriend drink it for me. I wouldn't have done this before; it was probably because I
was getting closer to him, and under the influence of alcohol, that I dared to be so unrestrained.

This was tough on Ling's boyfriend; he frowned and spent almost ten minutes finishing nearly a glass and a half of strong liquor.

After Ling left, I took a shower, changed into some comfortable clothes, and returned to the cabin's living room. Although it
was late, I still wasn't sleepy, probably because of the alcohol, so I started drinking with Ling's friends again
.

He seemed a little helpless, because he had just drunk enough wine for three people, making him feel drowsy and sleepy. So he
told me he needed to take a shower to refresh himself before coming to keep me company.

After showering, he changed into shorts and underwear and came back, sitting on the sofa behind me, taking sips of
wine with me. I, on the other hand, was half-lying on the beanbag chair on the floor, already feeling a little tipsy. I don't know
how much time passed, but then I heard snoring coming from behind me. I instinctively turned around to look, and what I
saw was Ling's boyfriend's genitals partially exposed. I quickly turned back,

but I couldn't hide the pounding of my heart and my curiosity. My face, which was slightly flushed from drinking, suddenly
became burning hot. The snoring continued steadily, making me even more unable to suppress my voyeuristic desires. Emboldened by the alcohol, I
turned around one more time.

Because I was lying on the beanbag chair on the floor, and Ling's boyfriend was sitting on the sofa,
the first thing I saw when I turned around was that area.

I composed myself, found the light switch, turned it to maximum brightness, and looked more closely: he was wearing very
loose boxer shorts, and because he was asleep, his legs were spread apart, making it easy for me to
peek through the cuffs along his thighs. From there, I could only vaguely see a small part, which was far from satisfying my voyeuristic desires. I slowly crawled
over, knelt on the floor, took a few deep breaths, held my breath, and gently pulled up the cuffs. Because the shorts
were loose and not very long, I could easily pull them up to a point where I could see everything.

I could see a slightly pinkish glans covered by a small part of the foreskin. The fact that I couldn't see the coronal sulcus added to
the mystery. The overall color of the penis wasn't dark, only slightly darker than the color of the groin area next to it.

The penis lazily rested on the two testicles inside the scrotum. It wasn't very thick, but its length was slightly longer than the scrotum,
roughly 10 centimeters by eye. The glans seemed to float outside the scrotum, giving the penis a slender
and appealing appearance. The scrotum was the same light brown color as the penis, further highlighting the pink glans
…cute?

The adjective that flashed through my mind at that moment was perhaps that it looked like a child's, fair and clean. Of course, the size
was much larger. My boyfriend's penis and scrotum were both dark brown, and I had never seen a pinkish-white
glans.

My current boyfriend's erect penis is about 11 or 12 centimeters long, and I'm already very satisfied during sex
. I wonder how long Ling's boyfriend's erect penis is? I wonder what it feels like to have such a penis inserted inside me.
Thinking about it, I started to feel my vagina secreting fluids, and my underwear became a little wet.

Looking at his penis, it looked more and more beautiful. I really wanted to hold it in my hands and play with it, to lower
my head and kiss it, to suck it. I've never had this urge to suck my boyfriend's penis. My boyfriend's
penis is dark, short and thick, with lots of thick, curly hair; it looks kind of dirty. Compared to his,
my boyfriend's looks like an African aborigine's.

I looked at it for a while, and my body felt increasingly hot. Then I suddenly noticed a drop of liquid on the glans
. I didn't know if it was urine or pre-ejaculate. I couldn't help but get excited. His snoring hadn't subsided; in fact, it was
louder than before. I figured he was already in a drunken slumber. So, I boldly used my left hand to pull up his pants and
slowly slipped my right hand inside, being careful not to touch his thighs or other areas, afraid of waking him up suddenly, which would be incredibly embarrassing
.

Then, I gently plucked the liquid from the urethral opening with my index finger. As I withdrew my hand, the liquid stretched into a thin
thread, shimmering under the light. Watching this, I grew increasingly excited. I brought my finger to
my nose to smell it; it had no odor. Then I brought my hand to my mouth and carefully licked it with my tongue. It had a slightly salty taste, and seemed to
have a faint hint of alcohol. It was slippery and didn't easily dissolve in my mouth.

Having never tasted this before, I greedily used my finger to scoop it up again. This time, I boldly used my index finger and thumb to
gently, very gently, squeeze a small drop from the urethral opening. There was a little more than before. This time, I put it directly into my mouth and sucked
on it, like sucking on a finger after eating food, fantasizing about
how blissful it would be if I could catch the semen in my mouth.

Recalling the feeling of making love with my boyfriend, tasting the slippery, slightly taut
taste of my love juice between my lips and tongue, I suddenly felt a series of strong contractions in my uterus and vagina. This useless woman actually
orgasmed just like that; my panties were already soaked.

Some of my vaginal fluid even dripped down my thighs. Although no one saw, I still felt incredibly embarrassed. I don't
know what I was thinking at the time. I actually used my fingers to scrape up the fluid and collect it. I smeared some on his
glans and carefully applied some to his lips. I don't know if I used too much force, or if his lips
were more sensitive than his penis, but he actually shook his head twice. I was so scared that I quickly pulled down my pants. My heart almost stopped.
Luckily, he just licked his lips and continued snoring, not waking up. Now he had licked my fluid
in too, and I felt a strange, indescribable feeling.

I stared at Ling's boyfriend, lost in thought about what had just happened. The image of that pink glans kept flashing in my mind—its erection
, the way it ejaculated. I also thought about the lubrication secreted from his urethra, wondering why a man would secrete fluid when he wasn't erect
, or if he had been thinking about someone before falling asleep. Was it Ling?

He went back to his room to get a change of clothes when he went to take a shower. I used to sleep with Ling, and I know she has
a habit of sleeping naked. He just said he was going to take a shower, could it be that he went to have sex with Ling?

Or was it me? I just came out of the shower and my body wasn't dry, and I wasn't wearing a bra
. From my thin clothes, you could clearly see the outline of my breasts and my erect nipples. Plus, I was the last one
in the room with him, and my current clothes would expose me with every move. From any angle, you could easily see
my breasts without a bra, and if you looked down, you could even see a few pubic hairs peeking out of my underwear.

Thinking of this, I looked down at my underwear, which was soaked with my own fluids, and suddenly a surge of lust
rose again. Before my reason was overwhelmed by lust, I wanted to quickly take another cold shower, so I got up to shake Ling's boyfriend awake.

At first, I just shook him gently, which had no effect. Later, I added sound and shook him vigorously for a while,
but all I got in response was his incoherent "Honey, okay! I'll go back to the room to keep you company in a bit." It turned out he was really
drunk and didn't even know who was calling him.

I shouldn't have been so careful earlier. I couldn't resist reaching under his crotch and touching him through his pants,
as if to make up for my earlier foolishness. He suddenly shifted his body, and afraid he'd wake up, I quickly let go
, my face flushed and my heart pounding as I rushed to the bathroom.

I had already showered, so I just ran cold water over myself, looking at myself in the large mirror as I did so
. A slight blush spread across my cheeks, my nipples were erect from arousal, and my whole body was flushed with the heat of the alcohol.

At that moment, I saw in the mirror that Ling's boyfriend had just changed out of his white briefs in the laundry tub. On impulse
, I unconsciously picked them up and examined them. There were no yellow stains; they looked clean. I brought them to my nose and smelled them
. There was absolutely no urine smell; instead, a distinct, neither pleasant nor unpleasant
, male pheromone odor wafted up. It was completely unlike the pungent smell that wafts from public restrooms like those near schools, which makes your teeth ache and your nose wrinkle. This
pure scent deeply attracted me, and my vagina involuntarily began to contract. I realized I was almost out of control again;
a desire to ejaculate was consuming me.

My underwear covered my face, and with each deep breath, it stirred up waves of excitement within me. Without realizing it, my right hand
moved towards my labia, initially rubbing them slowly, a circular motion back and forth. With increasingly rapid breathing, I
didn't even bother to rinse the bathtub first before lying down, one leg out of the tub, opening my vulva as wide as possible. My pink
labia minora, the small and mysterious clitoris slightly swollen, were adorned with straight, short, and sparse pubic hair.

I narcissistically believed this was the most beautiful vulva. Accompanied by the writhing of my body, my middle finger quickened its rhythmic rubbing against the clitoris
, rubbing back and forth between the labia majora and minora and the clitoris. The vagina, aroused by desire, flowed with a trickle of lustful
fluid, gradually accumulating into a small puddle in the bathtub. My middle finger slowly slid into the vagina, imagining the glans pressing against
my labia; the penis penetrating my opening, filling my body, thrusting into me again and again, the testicles
repeatedly colliding with the labia majora.

Ah~ I can't take it anymore~ Unbearable pleasure, like a tidal wave, overwhelmed me. I wanted to
release the satisfaction stuck in my throat, but I dared not, only able to whimper and gasp softly. After repeated vaginal contractions and relaxations
, as if circling the layers of Mount Huangshan, I finally reached the summit, achieving another orgasm.

I don't know if it was because my self-control was weaker after drinking, making me want to indulge more, or if I was still in
a state of restraint, not daring to shout out loud. Although I had climaxed, my fingers still didn't want to stop, constantly rubbing my clitoris until I
couldn't hold my urine any longer. With the contraction of my vagina, I let it gush out forcefully, watching the urine
spray from a spray of pearls into a trickle, and then, along with the small puddle of vaginal fluid, slowly disappear into
the drain of the bathtub.

My mind kept replaying the feeling of semen being ejaculated. I've smelled it, but I've never tasted semen, so I
can't imagine the taste. I have tasted vaginal fluid, though, after I moved in with Ting, Ling, and me
.

I gradually calmed my breathing, feeling only a deep emptiness. I sighed, took the washed underwear
back to my bedroom tonight, and hung it up to dry. I was the only one awake in the whole house, lying in bed, unable to fall asleep no matter what
.

I've never liked oral sex, always feeling that a man's penis always carries a slight odor of urine.
But suddenly, I had a strong urge to try it—a thought I'd never had before. Why this
sudden change tonight? Maybe it's because Ling's boyfriend seems very clean? Maybe her husband is a germaphobe.
Or is it that I don't love my boyfriend of almost three months enough? Could it be like in some novels, where
I unknowingly fall for someone else's boyfriend? I can't analyze my inner thoughts; I'm just letting my feelings guide
me.

Torn between whether to go back to the living room and my own inner turmoil, I suddenly thought: maybe I'm just in a high point from the alcohol? A
little more, and I might fall asleep easily. Having figured out my excuse for wanting to go to the cabin's living room, I deliberately made
my footsteps louder as I walked out, to see if Ling's boyfriend would wake up. If he did, I'd ask him to have another drink with me, and that would
end the night. If he didn't wake up, at least I'd have his snoring to keep me company, lessening the loneliness of being alone in the dead of night.

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