Danielle looked up at me, shaking her head.

“You are such a man-slut." wok

And so I found myself with my big sister as a roommate once again.

Almost instantly, she was just one of the girls: joking with Diane, walking back and forth to the hallway bathroom in just her underwear, and joining the estrogen party in poking fun at me, the Lone male

Still... I could see that she was hurting inside. Every now and again she would get a distant look in her eye, or a small quiver in her lower lip. I went out of my way to spend as much time as possible hugging her and otherwise showering her with brotherly affection and support.

As for the living arrangements, I quickly found out why all the magazines said that the leading sources of disagreement between cohabiting couples are roommate issues. Within a week, I was already sick of Amber nagging me about leaving my socks on the floor or not putting a book back onto the shelf.

None of us really cluttered up the common areas, so I never really dealt with these roommate issues with anyone before. My room had always been MY room, and any girls I had in there were more concerned with staring at my dick than inspecting where I put my socks.

And yet, I enjoyed the growth in our relationship. Amber and I fought more than we ever had before, but... well... make-up sex is pretty awesome.

That brings up another strange side-effect of moving into Amber's room.

For some reason, subconscious I suspect, E-Beth and Diane were far less insistent about having sex with me. Maybe it was because they sensed a correlation between me moving in with Amber and me having a stronger relationship with Amber that they didn't want to interfere with.

Maybe it was just a coincidence. After all, my sexual encounters with

E-Beth had been gradually decreasing in frequency as time went on, period. We were intimate friends, but nothing more. She was getting more interested in finding fresh blood, and for the past few weeks she'd been casually dating a new guy.

And maybe Diane just wasn't as much of a horndog as E-Beth was early on. She was absolutely wild when we did screw, but she was sore for days afterwards and didn't approach me for further fucking for up to a week at a time.

Not that I was going without. Not by a long shot. There was something special about cuddling with Amber every single night. We were both young, horny, and well, I always woke up with a hardon. The first month after Danielle took over my old room, I think Amber and I had sex at least once EVERY day.

Of course, having sex on the same bed every day can get a Little boring after a while.

WINTER QUARTER, SENIOR YEAR (February 2002)

“Take me here... now..." Amber gasped into my mouth.

I'd just come back from class to find Amber in the Living room, wearing a sheer teddy and french cut panties beneath a waist-Length silk robe.

The outfit covered far more of her body than some of her baby-T/panty combinations she wore casually around the house. But those outfits weren't designed to initiate sex.

This outfit clearly was. I had a boner the instant I walked in the door.

Diane and E-Beth would both be on-campus until after Lunch. And being a weekday, Danielle would be at work already. We had the place all to ourselves and when Amber pulled me down to the couch, I simply couldn't get undressed fast enough.

I was working on my pants while Amber's nimble fingers went to my shirt. Once we got me naked, Amber pushed me into a sitting position, straddled me, and then gripped my head in her hands and planted a searing kiss on me.

My hands were scrabbling against her back and trying to focus long enough to pull the robe off her shoulders. She broke our kiss just long enough to say, “Slow down... We've got plenty of time."

My beautiful girlfriend flashed a beaming smile at me and I gazed into her pretty blue eyes for a few long moments, just relishing the happy love connection between us. My hands went up to her hair, running my fingers through her blonde locks, which were growing long enough again to fall back to her shoulders. And then, at the same time, we leaned into each other and went back to kissing.

Amber could probably have been content to just spend the next hour making love with our mouths. But my cock was throbbing and I know she could feel it twitching against her butt.