When my buddy Logan and I moved in together, I knew his lab partner would be part of the deal since they had a shit-ton of work to do together, but Cindy was at the house more than I was.

For the most part, she and Logan kept to his room or the dining room, but her shit started to accumulate. She had jackets — plural — hung by the front door, and she even kept a toothbrush and makeup bag in our bathroom. She was taking over! I got it — our place was closer to campus and she did spend a lot of time working with Logan. But still. She wasn’t paying rent and I was.

When I came home last week and she was there by herself, I freaked out and told her off. It was kind of a douche move, but I just wanted to hang out and play videogames to blow off steam, and now I had to entertain some chick who wasn’t even putting out. That’s not what I signed up for. After she left, I felt bad for blowing up on her, and told Logan to invite her over so I could apologize. He told me she felt guilty, too, since she hadn’t meant to take advantage of us and stay at our place so much. We agreed that she’d come over the next night for dinner so we could set some ground rules and hash out the situation.

The next afternoon I got home from class and headed to the living room, and there was someone messing around with our entertainment center. But all I could see was this round, firm, denim-clad ass sticking up in the air. I knew it wasn’t Logan — it was too hot and female for that — but I had no clue who was fucking with my TV. I cleared my throat, hoping to get her attention, and when that didn’t work, I called out, “Hey!” That startled the girl, and she quickly crawled out from behind the TV. Holy fuck, it was Cindy.

We stood there staring at each other for a minute, and then she started rambling about how she’d bought that hot new gaming system but was never home to use it, so she thought she’d set it up at our house so I could play. Damn, I thought. She’s got a nice ass and she’s a gamer? Why the fuck isn’t Logan doing her? Only, apparently, I’d said that out loud. Whoops.

Cindy’s eyes went wide, but then she looked me up and down and told me Logan wasn’t her type. “I’m more into blonds,” she said. Then her eyes moved down and landed on my crotch, and she added, “And apparently so are you.”

Sure enough, I’d gotten a chubby while ogling her ass. I was almost embarrassed, but Cindy couldn’t seem to look away from my dick, so clearly she wasn’t. I was still picturing her perfect ass, and since she was eyeing me like I was a piece of meat, I leaned in and kissed her. She responded immediately, opening her mouth wide and pushing her tongue between my lips to battle mine for control. Her mouth was hot and wet, and her lips were soft and supple, and damn, she was a good kisser. We made out like crazy, and we were still going at it ten minutes later when Logan got home.

“I see you two made up,” he said when he found us, startling us enough to make us jump apart. I glared at him, letting him know he needed to get lost, and he nodded once before telling us, “As you were,” and walking down the hall to his bedroom. As soon as I heard his door close, I pulled Cindy into my bedroom and locked the door behind us. I didn’t want any more interruptions.

I had barely turned around when Cindy dropped to her knees and opened my pants. She pulled my cock from my boxers and eyed it for a second before sucking the whole damn thing into her mouth. Fuck! She could deep-throat, too? Now I didn’t care why Logan wasn’t banging her — she was all mine.

She sucked my dick deep down her throat and held it there for a long moment, then pulled back so she could swirl her tongue around the head and trace the tip of her tongue along its thick, throbbing veins. I groaned as she sucked me, and when it felt too good to control, I thrust my hips against her mouth a few times. When I didn’t think I could last much longer, I reached down and grabbed her hair, making her look at me so I could tell her to back off or I’d blow.

She looked pretty fuckin’ pleased with herself, and the only way I could think of to wipe that smirk off her face was to repay the favor, so once she was on her feet, I pulled down her jeans and panties, pushed her back on my bed, and got between her thighs so I could eat her out. Her steaming cunt was already dripping, and I licked up all the excess juices before pushing my tongue between her lips and fucking her with it. That drove her wild, but not nearly as wild as when I turned my attention to her clit. She went nuts when I flicked my tongue against it, and it didn’t take me long to get her off. She screamed my name as she came, and I felt even more of her juices flood my mouth, letting me know I’d succeeded. But I wasn’t done with her yet.

As soon as I pulled back from her pussy, she took off the rest of her clothes, and I followed, pulling my shirt off as fast as I could and finally kicking my pants away. I grabbed a condom from my dresser and rolled it on, then climbed on top of Cindy, slid into her juicy slit, and fucked the shit out of her. I pounded into her like she was the last piece of ass I’d ever get, and she encouraged me to go even harder. Damn!

I don’t know how I kept it up as long as I did with such a hot, willing partner, but we went at it for a good 15 minutes before I finally announced that I was about to come. Cindy grabbed my ass and squeezed it hard and I shot off, filling the condom with my come. Then she exploded, and her pussy spasmed and clenched around me about a dozen times before she was done.

Now, Cindy splits her time at the house between Logan’s room and mine, and I don’t complain anymore about her being there.