Two by Two
Copyright© 2025 by Krosis of the Collective
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Heath visits his childhood friend, now all grown up, and meets her weird roommate.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual DomSub FemaleDom Group Sex Anal Sex Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Voyeurism Nudism
I nervously sat on the couch, my shriveled penis back in my pants, as I waited to hear what was going to happen. Despite Elle’s initial shock at finding that Krystina and I had broken the ‘no sex’ rule when the diminutive blonde had mounted me on the couch, the tall, fit brunette was surprisingly calm as her submissive roommate had dismounted, grabbed her friend’s hand, and pulled her into Elle’s bedroom.
The door finally opened and I turned to see my childhood friend pad back into the room without Krystina. She sat next to me and gave me a tight hug.
“She told me what happened ... in the alley and here on the couch. Sorry for not trusting you.” She gave me a tonguey kiss. “You two will take my bed tonight, and I’ll sleep in hers.” She moved to get back up.
I took her hand. “Wait...”
She turned back to me with an odd, pensive look. “She needs you now ... don’t keep her waiting. The rule’s rescinded.” She gave me a small smile and headed to the bathroom.
I stepped into Elle’s bedroom to see Krystina laying on the king-sized bed, still naked, but crying. I closed the door and took her into my arms.
“Sorry.”
I blinked ... the sound of Krys’ softly-whispered apology was incredibly intimate after days of silence from her, and my cock lurched in my pants. Calm down, you, I told it. “Everything turned out alright.” I rubbed her back and she snuggled into my chest.
“Please...” she whispered.
I felt her unzipping me and assisted her with getting my pants off. The rest of my clothes quickly joined them on the floor and she straddled my lap again before easily taking my reinvigorated hardness within her warm, incredibly wet pussy.
“Mmm...” she sighed as she undulated her hips to take my seven inches, bit by pleasurable bit. Within seconds, the tip of my cock was nuzzling the entrance to her womb and we were both moaning. “Nngh!” she gasped, and I felt her insides grip me as she had a small orgasm. When she recovered, she started moving upon me. It felt incredible.
I lay back as the little sub took her pleasure from me, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. Her cute little nipples were very hard and I held back from grabbing her B-cup breasts, letting her set the tone after the traumatic evening.
“Hah ... hahh...” she panted as she increased her speed, angling her lower back in order to drag the flesh of my very hard cock along parts of her pussy that were clearly doing it for her.
“Ugh!” She came again, slamming her little body all the way down so that the tip of my dick rammed into her cervix. “UNGH!”
I have no idea how I didn’t cum as her tight insides writhed around my shaft. Once her shaking body calmed, she wrapped her arms around me, ground insistently down upon my turgid manhood, and snaked her tongue into my mouth.
“Mmm...” she moaned and began riding me again.
This time I moved my hands to her pert little ass so that I could thrust into her from below.
“Mm!”
We hadn’t stopped playing tonsil hockey. Her mouth was as ravenous as her hot, wet insides, and I wasn’t going to last. I pulled back. “I’m gonna cum,” I warned her.
“MM!”
She fastened her mouth to mine again and I could feel her insides tighten up. With the pranks and confusion about whether it was a safe day for her or not, I had no idea what was truth or game, and by this point I didn’t care. I squeezed her ass tight, thrust in deep, and grunted as I blew my load as far inside her as I could. “Hnghh!”
“MMMHH!” she screamed into my mouth as she felt my hot cum blast her cervix again and again, her needy insides sucking as much as it could as deep inside as possible. “MHHHGGHHH!!”
Her grunts petered off as my ejaculation calmed down, and then she sighed and collapsed, her head on my chest as it rose and fell in time with my own calming breaths. After a minute, I felt her kiss up my neck to my ear.
“I love you,” she breathed.
I froze as her soft words upended my entire world. “Two by two.”
She sat up suddenly, her eyes wide in shock as she stared down at me.
My God, why had I said the safe phrase?! But I didn’t love her ... I’d only known this girl for a few days!
With a despairing groan, she quickly pulled off of my dwindling member and dashed from the room, the bedroom door hitting the wall hard as she flung it open. I heard her own door slam closed right after.
“Nice fucking job, genius,” I told myself.
I lay there for a good thirty minutes before Elle slipped into the room and closed the door behind her.
“How is she?” I asked.
The fit brunette sat next to me in her sleep shirt. “Not good. She told me some things I never knew before, and this isn’t your fault.”
“I rejected her and it’s not my fault?”
“She fell in love with another guy a couple years ago and got ... obsessed. You remind her of him, but he wasn’t a good person ... he took advantage. It took all she had to get away, and then she was alone until we moved in together.” She shrugged. “I never knew, and she’s not exactly talkative.”
“So what do we do now?”
She sighed and lay back next to me. “I think you’re gonna have to leave.”
I was able to book a quick flight out of town for the next afternoon, headed for Amsterdam. A completely different continent seemed right for how I was feeling. Krystina hadn’t come out of her room since the previous night.
“Should I...?” I gestured to her bedroom door.
Elle shook her head. “Best to just go so everyone can move on.”
“Okay ... bye, Elle.” I gave her a hug and a chaste kiss, turned to my luggage, and ... I just stood there.
“Heath?”
“No.”
“No?”
I turned back to Elle. “No.” Then I headed down the hallway.
“Heath!”
I knocked on Krystina’s door. It took only a few seconds for her to open it, her blue eyes widening behind those big, round glasses. The bruise on her cheek was darker than last night but less prominent. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt today ... it seemed wrong to my eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I told her, “you should never be ashamed of who you love. It’s beautiful, and you’re beautiful.”
She looked up at me uncertainly.
“‘It’s not you, it’s me,’ is a cliche, but also true in this case. I’m just not good with strong emotions, and I promise I’ll work on that. I’ll never forget you. Can I please give you a hug?” I held my arms open.
With tears in her eyes, she crushed her little body to mine. “Goodbye,” I told her, and she gave me an extra squeeze in response.
I turned and headed out, giving Elle one more hug and kiss as I went.
I’d looked for Sam earlier in the morning but he wasn’t in his usual spot. I’d checked the local shelter to find that the old man had likewise moved on after the previous night’s excitement. I hoped he’d do okay.
As the Uber pulled up, I looked up at the apartment with those two crazy women, took a breath, and then left the country.
“Hey, it’s Heath.”
“Hey!” Elle’s ultra-feminine voice sounded from the other end of the line.
It had been an entire year and my inheritance was just about gone. Unique experiences flavor your life, as I said before, but while the traveling had been interesting, I’d made no meaningful connections with anyone during that time; my adventures sustained me, but did not nourish. “Swinging back through as my walkabout comes to a close,” I informed her. Now I had to pick where to finally settle down and get a job (ugh). “Should I visit?”
“Hmm...”
“If Krystina’s going to have a problem...”
“No, she’s moved on.”
“Oh ... uh ... well ... so...?”
“Yeah, come on by.”