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Title: She Had The Flu
My senior year of college, I had a really sensual, sexy deviant experience with a friend of my girlfriend at the time... I was dating a woman named Heather and she had a roommate with whom I had become good friends named Mary. Both were on the swim team together, both attractive brunettes. Mary was kind of a goody-goody type girl. Very polyanna, but a sweetie. Now, I did notice that she had a bit of an exhibitionist streak in her... It came out on several occassions when the girls would be getting dressed in their room. I would be in the room and Mary would just seem to not care if I saw her walking around bottomless or topless. She said I was "like her brother" so it didn't matter.
To a 20 year old guy, obviously, this was simply not true. I was whacking with her and my girlfriend's string bikini panties (this was before thongs became super-popular, in the early 90s) every single chance I got. And beyond them, I was whacking with almost every woman in the dorms panties, as well, but that's beside the point.
So, I knew Mary was a bit titillated by showing off her fit body... teasing me, etc. It was all innocent enough, and a way for her to act out against her roommate in a competitive way, as well. It would piss off Heather when Mary would take off her top in front of me.
It didn't help that I loved Mary's tits and told Heather as much one day. It was true... there were perky and had nice brown nipples... A very luscious young woman, just not the type I wanted to date. Heather was much sexier, loved to fuck, and was just the ideal kick-back college girlfriend.
Well, later in that year, I had broken up with Heather, and she and Mary had moved off campus to an apartment. I was dating somebody else at the time, but Heather and I would grab a "friend fuck" on the side now and then. So, one of those friendfuck evenings in the winter, I was in Heather and Mary's apartment. Mary was very, very sick with the flu. Heather and I had fucked and she had fallen asleep. From the other room, I heard continual coughing. I was genuinely concerned for Mary... I got up, put on my boxers and went into her bedroom.
Mary was laying on top of her covers. I approached her and she was drenched in sweat. She had a very high fever. I sat on the edge of the bed and she took my hand and said, "thank you"... She was mumbling something in her delirium. She was wearing a white sleepshirt top, and I assumed, panties underneath, like she usually did.
I went and got her a wet washcloth and put it on her forehead and began to stroke her forehead for her. She thanked me, but kept complaining about how hot she was... I told her she should just take off her clothes, and not to worry about it...
She sat up and I helped her get off her nightshirt. She had on blue and white polka dot string bikini panties. I knew them well. I had jacked off with them many, many times. And now, right in front of me on her bed, Mary lay there with a washcloth over her feverish head, her hot, sweaty, gorgeous tits lit by her nightlight, and her pussy mound underneath a sexy pair of string bikini panties... sick or not, this was a turn-on.
I asked her if she wanted me to get another washcloth to cool her down. She nodded "uhuh".
I got another washcloth and returned to her bed, getting on the bed with her this time. I took the second washcloth and began to caress her breasts with it, and her tummy... I asked in a matter of fact, but gentle non-sexual tone, "does that feel better?" she nodded that it did...
I kept gently washing down her body with the cool washcloth, being careful to stay away from her pussy and give her no indication that I wanted to drop a cumload on her... I rewetted both of the washclothes several times and returned... She kept quietly thanking me and grabbing and petting my arm... I told her "shhhh".
Every now and then, I would massage her feet or drag the washcloth over her panties... After I came back to her bedside after about a half hour into this treatment with a newly rewetted washcloth, she moaned and pulled my hand and the washcloth immediatly back to the front of her panties and pushed on her crotch with my hand and the washcloth...
"Here?" I asked
She nodded from under the washcloth on her face.
I squeezed the washcloth and water dripped out of it and onto the front of her panties. She didn't react audibly, but wigggled back and forth. I squeezed again and more water dripped on the front of her panties, now completely wet... She let out a small gasp that I did not know how to read...
I was so very horny at this point. I wanted nothing more than to stick my face in her pussy and lick her clean then fuck the shit right out of her... But I resisted. We both knew we were being sexual together, but the sickness was a cover... I was prepared to play this out her way.
I decided to totally drench her crotch, so I squeezed the water again, and she moaned louder now then said, "off"... and raised her hands to the string bikinis to remove them at her hip. I calmly said, "let me help," and I pulled her panties down and away to reveal her nice trimmed brown, wet bush.
Now, I didn't know what to do... I decided to take the washcloth and clean her pussy a bit... Her responses was to spread her legs as I did this... I moved the wet washcloth down her labia to her asshole, and she arched in bed as I did... I now knew we were completely sexual. She was naked and her legs were spread...
I reached up and whispered in her ear, "would you like me to fuck you, will that make you feel better, babe?" and she nodded. She reached for my cock and I mounted her and she guided me into her very wet, very very warm pussy....
I'm ashamed to say it took me all of maybe 30 seconds to get to the cumming point with Mary... I pulled out as I felt the cum rising and I shot it into one of the washclothes... I was already feeling bad about this.... After I came, I really felt bad. I mean, really really bad.
I then rubbed her with my hands and put her panties back on her and left her to sleep...
I didn't sleep the rest of the night because I was so worried about what I had done... I thought for sure she's say something to Heather. Then I would be in serious shit. I left early the next morning and laid low the whole day.... I got a message from Heather, and she didn't seem to know anything. Apparently, I was in the clear.
The next day, I saw Mary in the cafeteria, and she was feeling better. She just said, "thanks for making me feel better!" and gave me a hug, and second of prolonged eye contact...
Mary and I never spoke about the event, and it never made our relationship "weird"...
I went back to her apartment when she wasn't there and jacked off with one of her panties and came in them then put them in her hamper... If she noticed, again, she never said anything to me.
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