Late on Sunday morning, I sat at the kitchen table studying the box scores from spring training. Lisa, my girlfriend of the past few months, was busy making breakfast on the old stove, clanging pots around as she cooked me an omelet. Lisa was a teammate of mine on the fencing team. I had pursued her for months, trying to get her to go out, even though she was seeing another fencer. I would call, and leave her messages in her gear at the gym, and anything else to get her attention. We finally started dating after I unexpectedly saw her at an off-campus party and a night of drunken dancing. I really enjoyed being with Lisa; yet, I was starting to wonder if chasing her as a girlfriend was not the best part of the relationship. Then the other reason for my growing ambivalence about my girlfriend strode into the room. Itza was a tall, dark olive-skinned Latina. She was a gym rat who loved to work out, and had always walked with a proud and almost haughty air. At 56 and 115 pounds, she had an unbelievably hot body, incredibly toned, with well-defined abs and legs. Lately, she had been in the gym so much that her arms and back were starting to show tights cords of lithe muscles. Itzas best feature was a set of large, firm tits, which jutted out prominently on her upper body. She took every opportunity to show off her body often wearing shorts and a fitted workout top. Yet, she was also very feminine, with long thick black hair, and a devastating smile. When she looked at you, you just felt the heat from her almost-black eyes. Itza dropped herself into the ratty kitchen chair next to me. Good morning, Brett, she said simply, but with a sultry undertone that was not missed by Lisa, who banged a pot on the old stove in response. The kitchen, hot and humid in the spring heat wave, was stifling. Lisa continued to make breakfast, and ignored her roommate. I said something in response, but buried my head further in the paper. Hi, Lisa, how did you sleep? continued Itza, ignoring her snub. Great, Itza, thanks, Lisa answered, as she kept cooking, but with a clear attempt to avoid any argument. The girls actually liked each other, but their competitive personalities often caused tension, and occasional knock down fights. I knew enough about both of them to keep my head down during these moments. Unfortunately, Itza had other ideas this morning. I saw Matt yesterday on the Mall, she said lightly. Matt was Lisas previous boyfriend, and our teammate. Itza rolled this comment out, and waited for the inevitable explosion, but Lisa disappointed her, and continued making breakfast. He looked good she continued. As she said this, her hand reached under the table, and I felt her long fingers on my upper leg. Itza searched for my cock, and finding it through the fabric of my basketball shorts, began stroking it. Lisa kept her back to us, as Itzas hand worked my hardening prick. I stared into the paper, eyes no longer focusing, as my cock lengthened rapidly. The thick shaft pushed the bulbous cock head down my leg toward the opening of my shorts. I see him every day, Itza, remember? Lisa riposted dismissively. Itzas hand stopped momentarily, anticipating that she would have to retract it, if Lisa turned around. When she did not, she gave my prick a squeeze, and continued to work it. She smiled wickedly at me, as our eyes met. But he was with someone, Itza continued in mock seriousness. At this moment, Lisa turned around abruptly with a pan full of eggs and potatoes, and Itza had to pull her hand back quickly as she approached the kitchen table. Thanks, babe, you are the best! I exclaimed, trying to break the tension, as I started to dig into breakfast, Lisa leaned over and kissed me warmly on the cheek. I am going to shower, OK? she said with a forced smile, as she headed out of the kitchen. She must have been in a good mood from our long bout of fucking the previous night, and simply chose to avoid the inevitable argument with Itza. Once we could hear Lisa ascending the front stairs of the old house, Itzas hand returned to my still-throbbing cock, and she leaned over to whisper. Brett please I want to feel your huge cock again, Big Man.