One Saturday evening I stopped by my girlfriend Kate’s place to hang out.

Armed with a cold six-pack, I knocked on the front door. Seeing her car out front, I waited a minute, knocked again, and walked in. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom at the end of the hallway, so I cracked a beer, put the remainder in the refrigerator, and tuned in a skin flick on the satellite.

A few minutes later the bathroom door opened. I thought Kate was coming out. I heard her stop behind me. I pointed to the TV screen, where a woman had some guy’s stiff dick in her mouth. I said, “Guess what we’re going to be doing later tonight, honey.”

The voice that answered was not Kate’s. It said, “Well, we will just have to see about that now, won’t we?” I jumped up and turned around to see Kate’s roommate, Anita, standing there fresh from the shower and wrapped in a towel. I must have looked a bit surprised because she laughed. I started to tell her I thought she was Kate, that I’d seen Kate’s car in the driveway, but Anita just waved me off. She said she was supposed to call me to let me know that Kate had to rush out to help a friend that afternoon.

“I feel a bit silly for that dumb remark of mine, Anita. I’m really sorry,” I said.

“No, no, no,” she cut me off, shaking her long, damp hair and adjusting her towel. “I know I could have called you when they left,” she said as she walked up to me and took my half-empty beer, “but then you wouldn’t have showed up here with this six-pack tonight, now would you?”

“No, I guess I wouldn’t have,” I admitted as she chugged down the brew and tossed the empty into the trashcan.

“Okay then. So if you want me doing that to you tonight,” she said, pointing to the TV, “you should get me a full one.”

I stared at her, looked at the tube where the guy had the woman bent over a sofa, then back to Anita, with raised eyebrows. She flashed me a wide grin and said, “What? Not interested?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle as I went to the refrigerator and grabbed two cold ones. If I’d had any clue that this might happen, I would have splurged and bought the good stuff for a change. I handed her a beer.

“Are you really in the buff under that towel?” I asked, still not believing this was happening. She put down her beer, took two steps back, and opened the towel to reveal two large melons with beautiful suck-worthy nipples.

“Why don’t we go sit on the couch and watch the rest of the movie?” she said as she replaced the towel.

“Oh, absolutely,” I agreed. I locked the front door, grabbed two more beers, and almost ran back to the couch. Two new couples, who were merely eating dinner, had replaced the earlier stars of the video. Not wanting to waste any time, I removed my shoes, socks, and shirt before sitting down beside Anita.

“I don’t want you to feel out of place without your clothes on,” I said as I leaned over to kiss her neck and shoulder. I heard her breath quicken, so I advanced to her ear and cheek while I let a shaky set of fingers find the edge of the towel and pull it free as our lips connected. I spent the next 30 minutes kissing and caressing her all over and brought her to two squealing orgasms with my lips and tongue. I almost came once myself.

“I am so ready to explode, girl. You’ve made me so hard,” I told her as she pushed me down and straddled me.

“Well then, let me finish this round for you with my lips and tongue,” she said. Anita slid down, grabbed my stiff shaft with both hands, and shoved as much of it as she could into her hot mouth, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. Not a minute later she was licking the juices running from the tip down my shaft as I lay there and caught my breath.

That was the first of several intense rounds that night, and there was one more the next morning. We made the decision before I departed that this one night should remain a great memory between us, but that we would not create the inevitable headaches and heartaches for others by trying to go any further with it.