For Her Pleasure

Do you have to do that out here?” is all she said. Katy, her name was Katy. Dan’s roommate. Roommate?! He didn’t need a roommate. She was dressed rather…funky. “Slow night,” she said with a sigh, then walked into the kitchen, grabbed a yogurt and water out of the fridge, sat up on the counter and began to enjoy them both. I was puzzled, and it showed. “Katy is a stripper,” Dan said. “I’m pleased to meet you,” I said, shaking her hand. “I’m Debbie.” “Exotic dancer, please,” she grinned. As if I couldn’t tell; she was still wearing pink fishnets but with combat boots and cutoff camo shorts, bomber jacket and her hair in pig tails. She was rather sexy looking in her own way, but looked tired, even a little sad. My stomach began to knot up as I got the feeling that I wasn’t the only lady she’d ever seen over the house or even the only woman she’d seen with her mouth around his cock. Still, it was her house too, apparently, and so I couldn’t really say much. “Don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair in a sec. I’m gonna go take a shower,” she said. “OK, Katy,” he said. Dan and I talked in the kitchen awhile, had a glass of wine and had a few chuckles about what just happened. While he didn’t want to tell me a lot of her business, she was working as a stripper while going to school and Dan was helping her out with a free place to stay. They’d met at a club where she was working one night and of course he was the DJ. “Just a platonic relationship?” I asked. “Um, yeah,” he said. “I told you, I don’t date girls. Katy’s a really nice girl but is not…I don’t know, a woman, at least in my eyes.” “She certainly is,” I said. “But maybe she’s just not your type. I guess men and women can be friends?” “I think so,” he said. “But you and I…we’re more than just friends, aint we?” he said sheepishly. “Let’s go someplace more…private…and see how friendly we can get?” I smirked. He followed me up the staircase to his bedroom, his hand playfully on my ass. *** So, how was it?” Katy asked me as I tried to glide into the kitchen to get a glass of water, wearing nothing but Dan’s shirt, find her in her usual place atop the counter. “Um…” I thought about it really hard. Should I downplay it, build it up or just be honest? “Fucking great!” I laughed. She smiled. Took another swig of a beer. “Want one?” she asked. “Sure,” I said. She hopped down off of the counter, which was apparently her most comfortable spot, and grabbed me one out of the fridge. She twisted off the cap with ease and handed it to me, smiling again. I felt a little off balance, as if she was the somewhat scolding mother, or the shoulder to cry on, and I was the young troubled twenty-something. “Let me guess,” she asked. “Divorced. Recently. Trying to find out what she wants to do with the rest of her life?” “Something like that,” I said, with my eyes diverted to the ground. “Exactly like that, actually.” “I figured,” she said. “I’m not judging you, so please don’t misunderstand. It’s just a pattern. With him.” I felt again like she had this conversation with several if not handfuls of women like me. I realized what I was: just a toy for him to play with. I was more or less OK with it, but the see-saw of who was using who seemed to tip forever in his favor no matter how much I tried to play it up that I was the huntress and he the prey. “I do think it’s odd why he doesn’t go for women more…your age,” I said. “So do I, hon,” she said. “But it’s obvious why.” “Really?” I asked, bemused. “Yeah,” she answered, “it’s so he doesn’t have to commit. He knows he won’t fall in love.” “Hmm, makes sense. How’d you get so smart?” I retorted. “I’m studying psychology, of course!” she laughed. “Of course,” I chuckled. “And why do you care?” I asked. She got really quiet. Apparently the “joke” had gone too far for her comfort. She just frowned a little and said, “I don’t know.” Lifting her eyes, she brightened and said again “Really, I don’t know why I care…but I do.” I figured it out. It was really easy. And you didn’t need to be a psych major to figure it out. “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” I asked. “How can you tell?” she sighed. I didn’t say anything. I just smiled sympathetically, then added “Another beer, perhaps?” “Sure,” she said. We joined one another on the couch. “Let’s watch a movie,” she said. We found a Marilyn Monroe film, The Seven Year Itch. I always loved that one. Provocative yet cutesy. Nothing like that made nowadays. She put her feet on my lap and I massaged them. “All day and night on my feet,” she groaned. “Yeah, I bet…” I said. We snuggled on the couch like old friends and before long she fell asleep. Thinking back to what I had said about Dan, about the sex being “Great”, to be honest, it really wasn’t that great. I had better. He had a huge cock but there was something missing, and I supposed it was that intimacy factor that was lacking between he and his older-women (not girl)…fuck friends. Hopefully, though, it was going to improve with familiarity the way the first-time sex with someone usually sucks. Sometimes, however, it’s so good it never can be duplicated. I heard Dan come down the stairs and he saw us on the couch. I smiled at him. “Come back to bed,” he said, with a slow drag on the word “bed.” “What about her?” I asked. “I’ll take care of it. Happens all the time,” he said. He was strong, so he was able to pick her up and carry her to her room. What a sweet guy I thought. He did have some heart. I had to admit it. “Just go in and I’ll join you,” he said. I guess he put her in bed and tucked her in. It was right there in front of him and he didn’t know it. *** He came back into the room and without turning on a light he found me laying there naked and ready. I could feel his breath and his body on me, kissing, stroking, bending and stretching my body in the darkness. He penetrated my moist pussy with his cock and buried it deeply. He called me beautiful in the dark, we moaned in the dark, sweat dripped from our bodies in the dark – he erupted inside me in the dark and we both lay spent in the dark. The physicality aside – really enjoyable sex, there was a distance between us, him, or me, or both of us. Perhaps I just understood it all too well. This was just sex, nothing more. I could easily be replaced by next week if not sooner. Besides, all I could think of was the poor girl in the next room. I began to think maybe she was the reason I was here. She was so in love with him and he was really rather decent to her but for some reason they were just friends. Perhaps that was for the best? Or… maybe I could bring them together? *** In the morning, I woke up to find myself alone. At first I was a bit startled, not exactly sure if yesterday was a dream or not. It wasn’t exactly a fairytale type day or certainly a dream-come-true kind of day either, but it was nice to be “loved” in such a manner as Dan had loved me. While we were not exactly the ideal match for one another, it was what it was. I got laid by a hot guy. Nothing more. Plus, meeting Katy was an unexpected and pleasant surprise. I began to feel though that this situation was just flattery and self-deception, and it couldn’t last. I felt rather deeply for poor Katy. There was a secret or secrets between them that I was just dying to find out. Luckily, she was, as usual, sitting on the kitchen counter eating a bowl of cereal when I walked downstairs with all of the layers of yesterday still stuck on me. “You should take a shower…” she said. “It’ll help you feel better.” “Thanks, I think I will,” I said, running my hands through my messy hair. “I’ll fix you up with some stuff…and something to wear home,” she said. “You don’t want to wear the same thing out of here. You can just drop it by later…we’re having a party.” “Really?” I asked. A party was just what I felt I needed. But the way she said it was like she wasn’t all that thrilled. “Dan said to tell you about it,” she said. “Oh, cool,” I said. “What kind of a party? Like a formal thing?” “Oh god no…the opposite of that,” she said. “Basically he invites all his buddies over and they fuck me, either all at once or one at a time.” “Oh my god!” I said. “You like that kind of thing?” “It’s OK,” she said, again using the same tone as when she said the word “party.” “My job is to bring home some other girls from work, get them some dick too, spice things up for his friends. It’s basically a giant orgy.” I was interested, but I could tell poor Katy was just doing it to please him. There was something really not right about it, but I was trying not to judge. After all, she was a big girl. “You two…you and Dan…you never?” I asked. “No,” she said sadly. “It’s like there’s this invisible wall between us. He’s seen me take on three or four of his buddies…and girls too…but he never joins in. He’s usually with his…older woman. Sometimes right next to us, sometimes in another room. It’s weird.” “And that older woman would be me,” I said. “Yeah,” she said. “Well,” I said, “I’m working 12 to 6 today, so I’ll come by after.” “Great,” Katy said. “Let’s go get you fixed up.” We walked upstairs to the bathroom and she grabbed me some towels out of the closet. She started to cry. I held her. “Sweetheart,” I said consolingly, “what is it between you two? I don’t get it.” “Well, he picked me up when I was at my lowest, gave me a place to stay, took care of me,” she said. “But I’m afraid that’s all it it’ll ever be, like a sister and brother kind of deal.” “I’m sorry,” I said. “Have you ever told him how you feel?” “No,” she sobbed, “that’s what makes it so hard, I can’t. I just keep hoping he’ll get it, see how I try to do everything to make him happy and that he’d fall for me. Like in the movies! I couldn’t take it if he rejected me. Then I’d have nowhere to go. Things wouldn’t be the same after that.” “Yet he has no problem with his friends ganging up on you?” I asked. “He just doesn’t get it,” she answered. “He thinks it’s all just fun and games. It is kind of fun don’t get me wrong. But it’s a poor trade-off for being with a guy you are really into.” “Maybe you’re hoping he’ll rescue you again?” I asked. A look of a lot of mental baggage was written all over her face. “Oh god, maybe…” “You’re going to be fine. You’ll see,” I said. My heart was heavy for her, it really was. Yet I was more than a little intrigued about the party that night and the thought of a little good clean sexual fun brought a smile to my face. Besides my new friend Katy, the only concern I had was how to exchange places with her, get the two of them together, and well, see what Dan’s friends thought of little old me. I could be pretty convincing when I wanted to be.