International Apartment Adventures

I.

I met Laura at a party. She was a Dutch girl living at the International apartments. I was staying there as well, but hadn't talked to her much before. She was short by Dutch standards, with ivory skin, a round face, freckled cheeks and nose, dyed auburn hair and blue eyes. She was in a group of girls talking about a recent manga convention she'd attended. I chimed in, chatting her up within the safety of the presence of her friends, myself being a fan of various Anime shows and movies and knowing a little Japanese. She had a boisterous, somewhat know-it-all attitude, probably from being in front of her friends, but she was still cute. Her breasts were full and round and firm; they jiggled around when I made her laugh. Our conversation topic, bouncing from one Anime show to the next, bored the rest of the group, and they split apart from us.

We moved to a nearby couch, and she launched into a rant about all the problematic ways women are portrayed in Anime and popular culture. She went on about how in her own comics the female characters assumed gender neutral roles, rather than having to depend on the male characters to protect them. It was hard to pay attention to what she was saying when her ample chest wobbled beneath her t-shirt so close to me.

We played a drinking game that involved squatting down and standing up then chugging beer to the song Roxanne. She was tipsy, laughing at most everything I said, even when it wasn't funny, and putting her hand on my thigh when she did. I couldn't help but steal glances at her jiggling breasts through her thin white t-shirt. She saw me looking, but only thrust her chest out more.

A Black Eyed Peas song came on, and she took me by the wrist and pulled me onto the dance floor.

Halfway through the song, Nellie, a taut bodied Scottish girl with bright red hair, joined us. Her lithe form was a nice physical contrast to Laura, who was soft and voluptuous. At first, it was fun dancing with two girls. Both of them swayed, sashayed and ground their asses into me, and then each other's.

As the song ended, I made the mistake of leaving the dance floor to go to the bathroom and get another drink. When I came back, Laura and Nellie were grinding together on the dance floor to Pokerface.

They looked into each others eyes and made out. Nellie reached under Laura's shirt and squeezed her breasts. A few people took pictures. Later, sweaty and sitting on the couch, their arms intertwined with each other's, and chatted with me a bit more, but they had incited some undeniable chemical lust within one another, and were fixed on only each other. They soon went off to another room together, and I didn't see them the rest of the night.

I tried to enjoy the rest of the party, but my balls ached.

Though I didn't get laid that night, I didn't put any pressure on myself to make anything happen that would come naturally on its own. It was good to just be out with people. I had focused on working and boxing for so long I didn't really socialize much outside the gym, construction sites or the occasional dive.

Now that I was finally in university, I wasn't training like I used to, though I still did my usual 4 mile run every other day at dawn.

A few days after the party, during one of my morning trail runs in the forest behind the apartments, I came across Nellie. Her small bottom, plump but tight, bounced up and down, pronounced through her form fitting running pants. Her perky, apple sized breasts strained through her tightly fitted Lycra workout shirt.

When she first noticed me, her look changed from surprise to a knowing smile, masked with innocent conviviality.

"Fancy seeing you!" she said, in her mostly unintelligible Scottish accent, taking her earbuds out while keeping her pace.

"Sorry, what?"

"Fancy. Seeing. You" she over enunciated each syllable.

"Oh, sorry, your accent is so thick! How have you been?" I said.

Our conversation carried on politely, never going to the party a few nights back. I couldn't help but look her fit body up and down, and her eyes told me she noticed I was looking, and didn't seem to mind. We ran four miles together, going in and out of conversation. I wasn't expecting anything more out of our encounter.

When we made it back to the apartments I bid her goodbye and started towards the gym to shower. She started up the stairway to her apartment.

"Where're you off to?" she called down to me.

"The water is off at my place for a few hours while they fix it. I'll just shower at the gym."

"You can use mine, I don't mind." She said, which I didn't understand right away, but got the gist that she was inviting me up, "My roommates aren't home, so you won't freak anyone out."

A wave of excitement coursed through me. I was sweaty, and the gym was a far walk. It would have been weird not to accept her invitation. I didn't have a clean set of clothes to change into, but she didn't bring that up so I just followed her up the stairs.

Her apartment smelled much cleaner than mine. It was decorated with Polaroids of friends smiling and laughing and framed empowering quotes for women, and had a warmth to it like it was lived in by people together, much unlike my apartment.

She went into her room and returned with a towel with Link from legend of Zelda on it. She handed it to me with a devious smirk on her face.

My face glowing, I thanked her, and went into the small shower room adjacent the toilet and sink.

The shower room was a small space with just a hinge window and a shower stall. I stripped off, stepped in, and turned on the shower. Hot water flowed over me. The idea came over me it would be hot to jerk off in a girl's shower. I started masturbating thinking about Nellie's tight body, pale skin and the naughty expression on her face when she handed me the towel.

I heard a knock at the door.

"Mark?" she opened the door to the shower room. She couldn't see me through the frosted glass shower door, but I was already fully erect. "It's steamy in here!" she announced.

"Sure is!" I stammered.

"Hey, I'm kind of in a rush, I need to get rinsed off before my Calc. class, would you mind if I hopped in there with you real fast?"

"Uh, I can finish really fast in here, but if you are really in a hurry, I don't mind."

"Cool," she said and through the shower door I could see the outline of her form stripping off her shirt, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor, then sliding off her shorts and panties until only the colors her white skin and orange hair shone through the frosted shower door glass. A dumb observation drifted through my bewildered consciousness about how quickly she could be naked, and how that was a good thing.

She opened the creaky door and gasped when she saw my fully erect penis.

"Oh my God! You're completely hard!" she said, and stepped into the shower with me, closing the shower door shut. The shower was a standing-only stall, meant for one person. Two was a tight fight, my erect penis was inches away from poking her in the belly.

"Yea," I laughed nervously.

"Were you wanking in here?" she said, staring down at my erection. Water splashed from my body onto hers, spattering her bare breasts and stomach, only making me harder. I couldn't understand what she said.

"Sorry, what?"

"Were. You. Wanking. Masturbating?" she said, pointing to my erection, then looked up at me and made a jerking-off motion with her hand.

"Uh, yes."

"Jeez, guys do that every time they shower?"

"No, but-"

"Were you wanking thinking about me?"

"Yes."

She leaned in and kissed me, wrapping one hand around my dick. Her weight and the slipperiness of the shower stall forced me to lean back against the wall. Water cascaded over both of us. I felt up and down her firm back and shoulders and then to her pert bottom, squeezing her cheeks. She started stroking my dick, but her hand didn't slide smoothly over it and instead roughly pulled at the skin and didn't feel very good at first, but I let her do it anyway because I hadn't been with a girl in way too long.

"Ow, um, could you use some lotion, or something?" I said, wincing. She raised her eyebrows and made a silent, "Oh!" and reached to the dolly hanging from the shower head holding various loofahs, shampoos and oils. She squirted out some cocoa butter oil into her hands and jerked me off with both hands. It warmed to the touch and I involuntarily sighed in pleasure as her slick hand glided up and down my shaft. Hand-jobs didn't usually do much for me, but she was good at it. She squeezed just hard enough and had a good rhythm and stopped once in a while to run lightly pull and bat at my balls with her fingertips.

She looked into my eyes, with that same naughty look, mouth slightly open.

I reached down to her crotch and felt the neatly trimmed strip of hair. Her pubic hair was wet and rough and tickled my hand as I caressed and played with it while gently rubbing my fingers up and down her lips. She wiggled her hips into my fingers, urging them inside. First my index then my middle finger entered and exited her, my callused fingertips explored her, finding her clit and gently rubbing it, making her coo and moan into my ear.

I licked and bit her earlobe before grabbing her waist with my free arm and firmly holding her and then leaning in and roughly kissing her. The front of her teeth rubbed against my lips as I lapped my tongue against hers, sucking at her lower lip then biting it and holding it. When I let go she made a bashful face like she felt guilty about something she did.

She turned around, put her hands up on the shower wall, arched her back and stuck her ass out, offering herself to me.

"I'm close, I won't last long" I warned- I wasn't wearing a condom, but I wanted to be inside of her.

"I'm close too, just pull out."

I couldn't help myself. I placed my thumb and index fingers against the crest of her hips bones and slid into her on the first try. It made a slorp sound as her pussy swallowed up my dick and gripped it like a velvet vice. I plunged all the way to the hilt and she and I both cried out in unison loud enough it echoed and reverberated in the shower room. She swayed her hips back and forth, fucking herself on me. I joined in with my arms and hips and bucked back into her and we were both moaning in ecstasy with each thrust. I grabbed her slick hair, pulled her head back and fucked her harder. She put one hand up on the shower wall to brace herself. She cried out especially loud when my dick poked up against her pubic bone, which must have been her g spot. The pleasure was indescribable. I got into a good rhythm of relentless thrusting, pounding away at her pussy, marveling at how her ass checks bounced, changed shape and conformed to accommodate my assault. She uttered a rhythmic, uh, uh, uh, uh, every time I slammed into her.

"Fuck yes!" I said in that strange, guttural tone of voice I take on during sex, probably from watching too much porn.

We heard the door to the apartment open. Her roommates were home, all chattering and giggling about some gossip.

"Nellie! We missed you at breakfast, where did you go?" a girl's voice, high and nasally, called through the shower room's door.

"Just went for a run!," she emphasized the last word, as if in pain. I stopped thrusting when the roommate started talking, but I was inside her to the hilt, slowly grinding back and forth, forcing her ass to follow my lead.

"Ok," the girl on the other side of the door sounded, concerned, doubtful. "Do you want to go over those stats functions later?"

"Sure!" Nellie squeaked. She lowered her head, and adjusted her palm on the shower wall. I cupped my hand around her throat, applied pressure and she exhaled in strained pleasure.

"It sounds like she's being fucked in there," another roommate joked, followed by giggling, then the sound of someone brushing their teeth.

At that point, it was up to me to finish this right. We couldn't just stop fucking and not cum; we had to cum. But if we took too long they would be suspicious of why she would be in the shower for so long. I resumed my thrusting, going for depth, my balls slapping the backs of her pretty snow-white thighs each time. I needed her to cum, and needed her to cum now.

Before I could be too concerned about getting her to finish, my balls tightened and I felt molten semen erupting out of me, spurting deep inside her. I exhaled in pleasure and release.

Her own orgasm began. Her wail of pleasure constricted to a squeak. Her pelvic muscles billowed inward, guiding and pulling my dick further up inside her, greedily sopping up my cum. I grabbed her hair and pulled hard and put my other hand over her mouth for a second, before reaching down to tweak her nipple.

"Are you OK in there?" Her roommate asked.

Nellie couldn't answer for a few seconds. She was cumming too hard to form coherent speech. "Just a- pulled muscle!" she finally managed.

It was a feat in itself we managed to maintain our balance-not an easy thing in a small shower like that- and keep our voices down so the roommate, still brushing her teeth, couldn't hear us. My rhythm slowed as I pumped each surge of cum deep into her. Her roommates chattered together in front of the sink while we both came together and cried out in whispers. Our juices and muted cries of pleasure intermingled, electricity of intense pleasure jolted through us, combining us as one. The thought my of cum filling her and soaking into her body filled me with pride. A fundamental part of my nature felt fulfilled.

Then thoughts of her getting pregnant started cutting through the fog of bliss and I tried to pull out of her, even though my orgasm had already begun to subside. My dick was still hard, and she was gripping me like a vice and I couldn't back all the way out in the tiny shower. I had to wiggle my own ass back and forth to wrest myself loose from her grip.

"You came so much!" she whispered, looking looked back up at me over her shoulder, eyes filled with delight. She giggled as my cock popped out of her like a cork. She rubbed her belly and said, "I think you filled me!"

"Fuck... condom," I managed to grunt. All the blood had flowed away my brain, and words didn't come easily.

"Don't worry, I'm on the pill. I knew I was going to fuck a lot when I came to California," she said, giving me a quick peck on the cheek, and a wink before shutting off the shower and stepping out. Her first few steps seemed a bit awkward. "Oi, don't think I'll walk straight for a day or two after that." I chuckled softly, mindful of the girls at the sink within earshot.

"I'll get out first. Listen for when they head down the hall and I'll make sure no one sees you leave, aye?"

"Can I get your number?" I knew it was an awkward time to ask.

"Uhm," her eyes shot to the side, "sure, but first get out without my roomies seeing you, or everyone is going to start calling me a slut," she said as she wrapped a towel around her wet body, balled up her running clothes in one hand, and stepped out of the shower room. A gust of steam followed her out and stopped when she closed the door behind her...

I pulled up my soaked shorts, and my shirt on as Nellie left the shower room and started up a conversation down the hall.

I exited the door as quietly and quickly as I could. I looked down the hall and Nellie had blocked the group of them from seeing my escape. I couldn't help but linger my gaze on her smooth milky calves and shoulders wrapped in the terrycloth towel. She looked back at me and made a motion with her head, as if to tell me to get lost already.

Trying to close the door behind me as quietly as I could, I was out. It was a good start to the day.