Oh, god. I'm such a bad, bad man.

For starters, she belongs to my roommate. I know, girls, I know, possession is an outdated male perspective, but nevertheless, she was his girl.

Well, that is, until he left this afternoon for spring break. Without her. Go figure.

I wandered down from my room a while later, and saw her hanging out in the kitchen, not doing much of anything. I looked at her, she looked at me. And she made it plain that, to date, he hadn't really touched her very much since she came to stay with us a few weeks back. His loss, I thought. She had perfect skin, with nice, firm curves... And she seemed like she'd be pretty sweet when you got to know her, which I hadn't. To be honest, the only thing I knew about her was that she was from somewhere in Florida.

I can't explain what happened, or what I was thinking, but before you knew it, I was naked with her in the shower. groping, feeling, hot water running over the both of us. I slid a finger in her, just to see. And let me tell you, it was wet in there. Yes, I did the kinky thing, and licked that finger, and yes, I thought the kinky thing... my god, it's sweet. So I fucked her. Vigorously. Against the wall... turned her around and fucked the other end, too. Oh, sweet, luscious, forbidden fruit. It was wet, and sweet, and oh, so good. Her flesh was so firm, her skin so smooth... And she was so wet that her sticky juices ran down my leg almost the whole time. (Well, I'm sure they would have been sticky... we were in the shower, so the water washed most of them away, and kept them from getting too nasty. I don't know what they do in Florida, but damn, they grow em up good down there.

And finally I came. Even for being in the shower, I gotta tell you, by that point, she was a wreck. And so was the bathroom.

My roommate is still in the air as I write, en route to what I'm sure will be a wonderful week, and I'm guilt-ridden. She was his, not mine. And while I guiltily wiped the pulpy residue from the tub floor, I had to confess that if someone had done that to my grapefruit without asking I'd have been pretty steamed about it. The only excuse I can come up with is that it's been a really, really long time, but that somehow doesn't quite justify what I did.