New York City: the place where careers are made and dreams are crushed. I was still in the dreaming phase. One thing for sure, I needed a place to stay. This city was noting like my hometown, Iowa City, home of the University of Iowa. With my Fashion Design degree in hand, I was ready to make my name in the fashion industry.
After scouring the apartment listings, I found a place on West 134th street. It would be close to the subway. I would have a roommate, but my portion would only be $1100 a month. I could afford that and I’d be relieved from sofa surfing at my two NYC, sorority sisters.
I made arrangements to see the apartment and met the girl renting out her spare bedroom. I got there about fifteen minutes late. Megann didn’t appear too happy with my tardiness. She showed me around the apartment, which didn’t take long given its minuscule size, 1100 square feet. My senior dorm room was almost that big.
The bedroom I’d occupy had a view of the alley with a fire escape landing outside the window. That bothered me a bit, I guess I’d watched too many “Law and Orders”. It had radiator heat, which banged, knocked and hissed the whole time I was there sounding like a prisoner tapping out Morse Code. Megann said that once it got hot that would stop.
It wasn’t the Ritz, but it was better than a lumpy sofa or that pullout sofa bed with the iron torture bar that ran midway across my back. Jesus, I hated nights on that free bed. It felt like being on the dungeon rack.
Megann was a store manager and looked the part. I imagined that she could be a taskmaster when she wanted or needed to be. Her hair was coal black with pale, clammy-looking skin. She was pretty enough but not beautiful. Maybe it was her clothes and the way she wore her hair pulled tight in a bun. Her nails were short but polished in a subtle maroon. Her most pronounced feature was her boobs. They were fairly large. I’d guess 34DD, but she had a thin waist and small hips as well. I bet she got ‘cat calls’ on the way to and from work. She was shorter than me probably around five foot four.
My sisters and their boyfriends helped me move my stuff in on Saturday. Megann was working so things went smoothly. I’d bought some pizza and beer for the guys and wine for us ladies. Everyone was still there when Megann arrived from a twelve-hour shift. Apparently, her relief never showed and another cashier quit. Let’s say she wasn’t in the best of moods.
I thanked everyone for their help then suggested that we, Megann and I, needed to get some rest. It had been a long, hard day of different types for both of us.
Over the next few weeks, Megann and I got to know each other better. She was a little cold and demanding, but I chalked that up to the idiots she worked with. We got along well enough but I tried to stay out of her way.
One evening, she got stuck working a double shift, sixteen hours. It was nearly ten when she flung the door open then slammed it hard. I jumped a bit, startled by the commotion. She tromped into her bedroom and dumped her purse and keys on the floor.
From her bedroom, I heard, “I’m gonna fire that bitch tomorrow. What a cunt! This is the third time she’s fucked me like this.”
I assumed it was her assistant manager because she’d talked about her unreliability previously. Megann had left her door open and began to strip. She did have a nice body. She grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom. I heard the shower running for ten minutes.
I’m sure the super would have been pissed knowing that she used up all the hot water. When she opened the bathroom door, it was like a sauna steam bomb had been detonated in there. A steam cloud billowed out into the living room where I had been reading a book. The humidity rose about thirty percent because my hair started to droop.
Megann didn’t even bother to cover herself with the towel. It was draped around her neck. I watched her butt as she sauntered to her bedroom. It looked tight. She threw herself on her bed and let out an exhausted sigh. I felt sorry for her because she did work a lot of hours and keeping her employees in line was more than a full-time job.
A couple of minutes later, I heard, “Amy, get your cheerleader ass in here!!”
I walked to the entrance to her door and peeked in. She was sitting on the edge of her bed still naked.
“Did you need something, Megann?”
“Yes, I need your ass in here. Now get in here! I’m in no mood to be fucked with.”
“Okay. It sounds like you had a bad day.”
“No shit, Sherlock,… a brilliant deduction.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Yes, Amy, get over here right now.”
I walked slowly toward Megann. She stood and I stopped in front of her naked figure with my apprehension level at high.
“You were a sorority bitch, weren’t you?”
“I was in a sorority. Yes.”
“Did they haze you when you pledged?”
“Yes, there was a ceremony.”
“Well, Amy, you are joining my sorority tonight.”
“I don’t understand. What??”
Just then Megann grabbed a handful of my blonde hair and pushed me to my knees. I was staring at her black bush.
“Lick it, you spoiled cunt.”
“Megann, I….”
“Shut the fuck up and lick it.”
She pulled my face into her pussy and ground it on my lips.
“Lick it, bitch. Lick my slit.”
Using two hands, she began humping my face while screaming, “Lick it, bitch!”
I had to lick it. She was wet from either the shower or this scenario. Once I licked it, she knew I would comply and threw me on the bed then crawled up to my face and straddled it. With a leg on either side and two hands full of hair, Megann began humping my face.
I had to do it. She was so wet. She tasted so good. I’d only eaten my best friend’s pussy once after a drinking game, losing bet.
“Keep licking until I cum on that pretty face.”
Once I began licking on my own, she released her grip on my hair and began fingering me hard under my bathrobe. Now, I was wet. I started to moan into her wet slice.
“You like that don’t you, bitch?”
“Ugh huh,” I managed, muffled by her pussy.
“Eat my pussy. You like it. You’re gonna be eating my pussy from now on. You understand?”
“Ugh huh.”
She came in a flood. I guess she’s a squirter. I drank it. She did taste good.
She got into the 69 position and began licking and sucking on my clit. I had to keep licking. Suddenly, I was licking her rosebud while she fingered my slit and sucked my clit. I was so hot. I felt like an asteroid flaming through the atmosphere. It had been four months since I had anything in me.
I came with a screech under her tongue, and she gushed another orgasm into my mouth.
She rolled off of me then offered me one of her boobs.
“Don’t you want to suck on this?”
“Yes, I do. They’re so pretty.”
I nursed at her bosom like I was her baby. She wrapped her arm around me, saying, “You’re sleeping with me tonight.”
“Yes, Megann, whatever you say.”
