Eric

The first time I saw Sookie she was walking across campus my freshman year. There were a lot of beautiful girls at school and I noticed them all, believe me, but there was something different about her. She seemed so sweet and completely unaware of how sexy she was. I had never seen a body like that. Her curves were gorgeous and everything wiggled in all the right places when she walked. But then the look on her face was pure innocence and she dressed as if she were completely unaware of her bombshell body and unmistakable sex appeal. I wanted her immediately and made it my mission to find out who she was.

I learned that she was a Communications major and that she lived off campus. I'd heard that she had a boyfriend, but I had never let anything like that get in my way before. I still didn't know her name though. What I did know was that my housemate Bill had a new girlfriend that was hot. She stayed over on the weekends and I could hear them having sex through the walls. I hadn't seen her but knew her name was Sookie only because Bill had an annoying habit of yelling it out when he came. So you can imagine my surprise when one Sunday morning I was half asleep when I got up to go to the bathroom and just pushed the door open to find my dream girl wearing nothing but a towel getting ready to get into my shower. We both stood and stared in shock for what seemed like a long moment before I realized how rude I had been and I apologized and closed the door. I listened to her take a shower and return to Bill's room. I had my ear pressed up against the wall as I heard Bill talking to her back in his room and he called her Sookie. Fuck me. Bill's girlfriend was the hot blonde bombshell that I had my eye on. Damn. What are the odds?

Normally I wouldn't give a shit if some girl had a boyfriend. I'd just go after her anyway. It's not like she was married. But I really did like where I lived and didn't want to piss Bill off and get kicked out of my house. Plus I thought Bill was kind of a dork and hoped that Sookie wouldn't stay with him for too long anyway. I decided that I would take the opportunity to let her get to know me and let her know that I was interested so that when she did realize that Bill was a dork, she could just walk across the hall and fall into my nice warm bed. What I didn't count on was really liking her the more I was around her. She became someone I really looked forward to talking to and not just the nameless bombshell I had lusted for on campus. She really was a sweet girl. And I was right about her being unaware of her own sex appeal. She seemed really pretty innocent. And then one day Bill let it slip (yeah, right, like it was an accident) that he had taken her virginity and I found myself feeling really pissed and jealous. That was not a common feeling for me--jealousy--and I hated it. I was never jealous because any girl I ever wanted I could have whenever I wanted. Except Sookie. The more I realized that I couldn't have her, the more I wanted her. Even Pam noticed, and at first she gave me shit about it, but then she seemed to want to push us together which was kind of sweet actually. I know she really loves me and wants me to be happy. And damn it, I wanted Sookie.

I steered clear of her whenever Bill was around, but I just couldn't resist her when he wasn't. This girl was the object of my every fantasy. She would occasionally stay over with Bill on week nights and I would listen to her sweet little moans through the walls when she was with him and jerk off in my room, picturing her in my bed making those sounds. On the weekends, the house was generally full of girls and I'd fuck pretty much any one of them that would let me so that I could get off at the same time Sookie was in the next room with him. I couldn't even tell you the names of those girls. I would close my eyes and picture Sookie's face with every one of them.

So I had this pathetic fantasy life thinking about my housemate's girlfriend and would sit and study on the sofa with her, staring at her like a lost puppy dog. I had it pretty bad. Then one night Bill sent her to the store for beer—and what a pig—he made some rude reference to her being well-endowed enough to pass for older in front of a room full of people. Then he didn't even offer to go with her. I jumped up to volunteer immediately of course just to be able to be near her and maybe even alone with her for the short walk there and back. She did look older than she was and it was mostly because of her amazing body, but she still dressed like a young school girl, so I took the liberty of unbuttoning a couple of buttons of her blouse before she went in. She came back in no time and went to hand me the beer and then she kissed me. I don't mean she touched her lips to mine. I mean she rammed her tongue down my throat in the most amazingly aggressive sexual kiss I think I had ever had. I thought I would come in my pants and the only thing that kept me from fucking her up against the wall was the case of beer between us. Oh and also the fact that I was in love with her. Jesus, I was in love with her. Fuck. Then as quickly as she had kissed me, she stopped and we just walked back to the house in silence. What the fuck?