My Roommate, Theresa

Vaguely, in the part of my mind that filters out distractions, I’d been aware that Theresa’s door had opened and she’d strutted out. I blink as the information percolates into my awareness, and I see that she’s stopped in front of me, her butt in my face, her shoulders and head twisted around to look down at it. “How does my ass look in them?”

Victoria

In front of the TV, with her back to me, lays a young woman. She’s wearing a sweatshirt, snug around her waist, two big brunette pigtails of hair tumbling down her back. And below that shirt, the biggest, tightest, roundest ass I’ve ever seen. Tight white-and-pink panties cling to it, slide up between its cheeks.

Mattie

Molly rolls her eyes. “He’s hard and you’re a beautiful woman, of course he’ll like it.” She turns to me. “You don’t mind, do you, Will? Helping my Mattie overcome her shyness? She’s been working up the courage to ask you, she told me herself.”

Harper

She stretches on her tip toes, reaching up, and I stare. Either the light’s playing tricks on me, or she’s not got on any underwear. And her ass, I’m entranced, it’s firm, perfectly round. I had no idea.