Pinky had been lying on the bed thinking about Chandler for a while now. She was horny. They had their ups and downs, but overall they both had high sex drives, and it seemed like lust would pull them together again and again. Pillow talk and lots of sex was Pinky’s comfort, besides cuddling. Chandler was a big cuddler, and sure enough, when he came home from an excursion to the dollar store, he put the groceries down in the hall and didn’t think twice about them. He went to the bedroom, lured by the lack of Pinky in the living room and the soothing sound of the tv going, even though Pinky didn’t watch tv. She looked at her phone, and hardly paid attention, unless Chandler was trying to get her to watch a show he liked. She put in effort, but when she got too high there tended to be a wall between her mind and the plot of the show. While a little irksome, ultimately Chandler would talk to Pinky about this, and she would dedicate herself to paying attention.
He was a self-aware man, recognizing that men just wanted to control women, and their independence tended to scare them. He tried his best not to ask too much of Pinky, and only when she was overwhelmed with her own life did she complain, but never refused. Chandler felt the love more when she selflessly catered to him… But all this said was just to prove that there was a bond between them, and every day they worked to better their situation.
He found his roommate laying on her stomach on the gray comforter, a pillow under her boobs and a lollipop in her mouth. He never saw her with lollipop candy, but maybe just for today she was satisfying her oral fixation with sweets instead of her vape or marijuana.
Oh, never mind, he thought, catching the sight of a cashed bowl on the nightstand, adjacent to a burning candle. Chandler couldn’t smell or taste anything after a pack a day for twenty years, but the candle said that it was Smokey Mountain scented, which sounded nice in theory.
“Hey,” said Pinky when he emerged into the room, “you got your smokes?”
“Yea.”
“You wanna smoke a bowl?” she asked.
“I’d like to use the bathroom,” he replied, a little urgent, as he exited the room, now confident that he knew what was going on when he came out.
He had a slight ear ache, and it was throwing off his perception. He had been waking up in the night confused, and would have to ask Pinky what was going on, even if there was absolutely nothing happening but the two of them lying in the bed. He also had a case of vertigo from the infection, and he fell off the bed last night and Pinky wasn’t even hogging it. He had had a rough night, and Pinky had gotten home from work right before he left for the dollar store. He predicted that she was tired, and this saddened him.
But really, Chandler wasn’t good at reading body language. Pinky was actually quite awake, and horny, as established. He came out of his personal restroom and went back to crawl carefully into bed.
“Can I lay on you?” he asked.
This excited her. “Yes! Just let me repack this bowl and find my vape and phone and I’ll be right back.”
So she did. On average it would take Pinky ten or so minutes to locate her stuff, namely her vape. But she gathered her bearings gracefully and without frustration, returning to the bed with her mood unscathed.
Chandler moved to put his head between her legs, facing the ceiling until he rolled over and settled his cheek against her thigh.
“Can you stroke my hair?” he asked nicely.
Pinky did as he asked, and meshed his curls through her fingers. But it wasn’t long before Pinky began to get hot. Gage was pretty sure her roommate was asleep by then, so she started looking at porn in her phone. She found a decent POV of anal sex, but her mind was drifting. She wanted something different than the plain act of just get-down-to-it sex, be it anal or otherwise. She couldn’t hold her feelings back so she urged Chandler to wake up. He wasn’t very asleep. He didn’t open his eyes but he asked her what she wanted.
“Can I suck your dick?” Pinky asked, knowing this would bring him to wakefulness.
And yes, of course she could. “You want this dick?” he asked after giving her the anticipation of a minute.
“Yes, please,” she requested with the urgency and passion of which he liked. “But I have another request… Chandler.”
“What is it, my love?” He struggled to comprehend all of this, but at the same time was following intently.
Pinky saw this lost look in his eyes and softened her voice. “I was wondering if you could watch porn on your phone with the sound off while I suck you off… call me a slut… encouraging me to suck and go deeper and really eat that dick.”
Chandler hadn’t smiled so big and sincere all day long. But that idea really amused him. That was a good idea. It should happen. And soon.
“Here, my slut, get on this dick and start sucking.”
“Mk…” Pinky said, muffling her intense excitement.
“Take this off,” he told her, his attention to her gray crop top and matching shorts. They were cute, with a little pink flamingo centered between her breasts, but he wanted her close to naked if not fully. This was just how he preferred her mostly always.
She rolled out from underneath him, and crawled not but a foot or so away as he propped himself up on his elbows. She licked her lips at him, massaging her breasts over her shirt, holding them together while she blew kisses at him.
“You want my titties out, lovely?” she asked huskily, softly, a lot of breath in her high pitched voice. She sure sounded like she wanted dick.
“Please do…” he said, in a moment of tender eagerness.
“Alright,” she said, the edge of the word crisp but catering.
She tucked her thumbs in her shirt and made a motion that exposed the bottom part of her tits. Thick round jugs that covered most of her chest. Her nipples rose through her shirt, wanting.
“Damn, I want those tits out. Show me your nipples.”
She licked her lips again and looked down at her breast. Then she looked back up, lips agape, and showed him her rosy nipples with the spiderwebs inked around her areolas. She rounded her breast in her hands, milking them in his direction, frontal and slightly.
“That’s right, play with your tits for me. Suck on them.”
She gasped a little in excitement. He was gonna treat her real well based on how things were going. She lifted her shirt around her head and it dropped to the covers behind her. Her big titties flopped, and she caught them bouncing in her hands, lifting them up with her chin down, then stretching to put her own nipples in her mouth. She sucked perfectly on them for him.