Chapter 3

Suman. The girl had come to consume me. Though I rarely had the chance to see her beyond the darkness of my apartment or softness of my cum-wet bedding, she had become more than just a sex partner or quick and easy fuck. The lilt of her accented voice, the scent of her body, the flow of her hair and the way it shone in the sunlight on those rare days when she went out with me. I came to know her interests and frowned at her concerns for the future, father and family and school and all. And still she wouldn’t fall in love with me. Lust, certainly, and I should have been happy with just that.

She made me happy and drove me crazy, but then something happened that really tore my world apart.

Remember Bob? My boss and friend and confidant, damn the man. I’d told Bob about Suman and one late morning she was able to meet us both for lunch. Bob was his over-friendly self and Suman laughed at his jokes and everything went well. He believed my story that she was my girlfriend. All I needed was for her to agree to the label as well.

Only days later it just so happened that Bob was moved from a townhouse his father had fixed up and wanted sold. Not a big deal since his father had a small junker of a house ready for overhaul and refurbishing, but the paperwork hadn’t quite made it through the title company. So Bob was left in limbo for a few days.

I didn’t pity the guy. He was the son of an ambitious contractor in the area. The problem was that Bob was always in charge of the odd side projects his father liked to get into. And me? This was my principal means of making money. I was a gopher, a helper, but mostly a site inspector, gathering info from all of the different projects and making sure the needed materials were where they needed to be.

In other words, I was told what to get and so I went and got it. Procurement specialist? Sure. I’ll buy that. Did that every day for good friend and boss Bob and a half-dozen others under his father. Poorly paid but I got to hang around with Bob a lot as he determined what needed to be done to and for whatever project his father had going.

I was surprised I lasted a week. Thank god I knew how to drive stick. Bob joked that I was his father’s token white guy and the only man on payroll getting minimum wage. So funny.

But back to Bob and his lack of housing.

The guy was in his early twenties and son of a successful businessman but he enjoyed living like a transient bum. Getting told by his dad to vacate one place and go live/work in and refurbish another was actually something he enjoyed. So when he went homeless for a few days instead of moving back in with his parents Bob threw a cushion and pillow down on the front-room floor at my place.

Not a bad thing to have a housemate, someone to work and hang out with for a few days. And the two of us really did click. We worked, he bought a six pack of good brew, and we stayed up late that first night just talking about nothing. Then sleep. And then me waking in the early morning with the sounds of ecstasy filling my basement apartment.

I opened my bedroom door to a very dimly lit front room to see Bob humping the floor. At least that was all I could see, just his large naked body, his bare ass rising and falling on his mat, the guy grunting in tandem with the whines and yelps of some girl. And that’s when I saw the hand partially wrapped around his back and the two knees spread wide beyond Bob’s large hips.

Suman. The girl had dropped by as she often did, thinking to find me in bed but somehow got waylaid by Bob. I was stupefied at the sight of my girl being nailed to the floor by my friend but there didn’t seem to be anything I could do. I walked to the side and sat on the armrest of the couch and watched. It didn’t last much longer than five interminable minutes, my stomach tied into a knot as Suman’s legs rose and kicked down on Bob’s back, her moans and grunts and occasional shrieks of ecstasy filling my head with darkness.

Through it all Bob was focused on just one mission, his determined fuck of the girl under him never varying from the simple rise and fall of his hips. Then Bob’s grunts turned into a long groan, the hard thrusts of his hips slowing, and then some lengthy curses as he informed Suman in a variety of ways that he was pumping a gallon of cum into her sweet pussy.

I didn’t think Suman heard but then the girl’s legs shot out and up, her heels kicking down on his thighs while she yelped out a loud, “Oh my fuck!” and followed with a quick succession of “Oh, oh, oh, oh.”

The big guy lay on Suman for another couple of minutes, his hips grinding down and with him occasionally telling Suman she had the tightest cock-fucking snatch he’d ever pumped cum into.

Not what I’d call poetic, but he was the one with the beautiful girl attached to his cock. He finally pulled back, Suman releasing loud groan before rolling her fully clothed if fully fucked body over on her side. Bob saw me and said nothing, pulling himself up to sit on the couch while giving off a big sigh, his nakedness and thick glimmering length of softened manhood seeming to embarrass Bob not a bit.

Suman finally crawled up the edge of the couch and put her head on a cushion, eyes closed, gasping for breath but otherwise lost to the world. Bob, obviously not the most considerate of lovers, pulled one of Suman’s hands over to rub his depleted cock back into fucking condition. Suman looked over at the man, her tousled hair obscuring her face.

“Really? Now you want me to do that?”

But she didn’t pull her hand away and just a few seconds later she leaned her head over to suck on the fat tip of Bob’s slowly hardening dick. A long suck, doing to Bob what she often did very well with me, taking in the first inches of cum-covered flesh, sucking and swallowing the sticky remnants of their recent union.

Then Suman stopped and raised her head, a long tendril of cum connecting her mouth to the hardened cock she’d been making oral love to.

“Hey, David,” she said in a low voice and with a wry smile. “You’re not supposed to be watching. It’s embarrassing.”

She was right. I shouldn’t have been watching, but she also wasn’t supposed to be fucking my boss and best friend in my home. So I got down on the floor, kneeling behind where Suman was bent over Bob’s lap. First a kiss to her neck, my hands reaching under her top to feel out the girl’s tits, taking notice of the very hard nipples. She moaned when I played my fingers over her breasts, Suman never being one to blush or hold back when something felt good to her.

My hands quickly slid down to the top edge of her running shorts, it taking all of two seconds to push shorts and panties to her knees before then fitting my own raging cock between Suman’s thighs. I slid into her so easily, so quickly, Bob’s quart of cum lubricating the girl’s always ready cunt and making my own entrance difficult for me to feel.

Thankfully Suman felt me push into her, releasing another moan as she lay her head down on the couch cushion. In thanks for her appreciation of my masculine ego I pushed one hand into her slit, a couple of fingers working on her clit,.