Sandra - Sex Stories

Sandra

... attracted an audience. We snuck back to Rena's dorm room and had sex one more time that day, a little more relaxed (and comfortable) that time. And for the next month, we spent just about every spare minute we could find together, naked and fucking in either Rena's room or mine. It wasn't all sex and love, however. The different sides of Rena that I'd seen that first afternoon, her fiery Latina side and the doe-eyed, tender innocent, came out in other ways as well. Rena had a temper, and we argued and fought quite a lot in that short time. Of course, that usually led to some great make-up sex, so I wasn't too upset about the way things were going. One Tuesday night during the week of mid-terms, we were taking advantage of my roommate being stuck in a long evening lab session to enjoy a nice, leisurely fuck. Rena was on her hands and knees on my bed, her head down in my pillow, while I moved in and out of her from behind in a slow doggy-style. I was getting close to coming, and had just started to pick up my pace, when someone knocked on my door. I froze for a moment, but Rena reached back for me and moaned into the pillow, &#034Tom, don't stop. Fuck me, baby.&#034 I held still for another moment, but then went back to paying ...

... attention to her pussy. Just as I started pushing my cock deeper into her again, the knock at the door came again, a little louder and faster this time. Through the door, I heard Sandra's voice, almost sobbing. &#034Tom,&#034 she half-cried, half-moaned, &#034are you in there? I really need to talk!&#034 Even through the door, I could tell that something was wrong, and I pulled my cock out of Rena and turned toward the door. I started grabbing for my sweats and called out, &#034Yeah, Sandra, hang on just a sec!&#034 Rena sat up and spun around on the bed, suddenly furious. &#034Who's Sandra?!?&#034 she shouted. &#034Doesn't matter. Tell the bitch to go away!&#034 I was a little shocked at how suddenly she had changed moods again, but as I pulled on my sweats and tucked my still-hard cock inside, she changed her tone yet again. &#034You know, it doesn't matter. You go to your little bitch if she's so important. I'm done!&#034 And before I knew it, Rena had pulled on her pants and a sweatshirt, stormed to the door, and pushed past Sandra. I stood there in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but a loose fitting pair of sweat pants and a shocked expression, with my friend crying in my doorway, and pretty sure that I'd just lost my girlfriend.