I am a college student, and last year a few friends and I decided to rent a house together.

I arrived at the house a few weeks before school began, expecting to be the first there, so that I could move in more easily. To my surprise, I found one of my future roommates, Peter, already there. After he helped me carry my boxes into the house, he gave me the grand tour. We noticed that parts of the house needed to be painted, so we decided not to waste any time.

On the way to the hardware store, he couldn’t stop staring at my 38D breasts, and I couldn’t help but notice the large bulge growing in his cutoffs. Just watching him shift gears was making me wetter by the second. By the time we got back to the house, I was so horny I was about to burst. But I didn’t think I should start off my relationship with my new roommate with sex.

I went to my bedroom and changed into a baggy white T-shirt and cutoffs. When I got back to the living room, Peter had already covered the floor with newspapers and had begun to paint. I admired his beautiful, muscular back, but I knew I had to control myself, so I picked up a paintbrush and began on the opposite wall.

After a few minutes, I felt his strong hands from behind me, sliding around my hips and up my shirt. By the time he found my breasts, my nipples were already rock hard, so he let his hands roam down into my shorts, where he found my dripping-wet pussy. He slid his finger into my warm slit, and the instant he touched my clitoris I exploded in orgasm, drenching his hand.

He turned me around and pressed me up against the wall (into wet paint), where he gave me the hardest kiss I had ever had. Then he pulled off my shirt and sucked my nipples until my pussy began to ache for his hard cock. He slowly moved down, dropped my shorts to the floor, and flicked his masterful tongue in and out of my pulsating cunt until I came again.

Then he stood up and dropped his shorts to reveal his beautifully engorged member. He pressed my hands against the wall, and I wrapped my legs around him so that he could slide his dick into my waiting pussy. His hard, deep thrusts were almost more than I could handle, but I still wanted more. We fell to the floor and fucked on the newspapers, in more positions than I ever knew existed. Each position we tried seemed to allow his rod to go farther and farther inside me until it felt like one continuous, euphoric orgasm. When he finally reached his plateau of ecstasy and exploded inside me, we were both so exhausted we just lay in the pool of spilled paint, sweat, and mingling love juices.

Later we took a long, relaxing bath together and fell asleep in each other’s arms. All I could dream about was painting the bedrooms the next day.