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Roommates Ch. 03

By: ladyhawk100



Sally practically jumped Greg when he opened the door.

"Whoa!" He said catching her and staggering backwards.

"I missed you so much." She said against his mouth as she rained kisses all over his face.

"Me too babe." He said and put her down. "I'll have to go away more often if this is the welcome back I'll get."

"Don't even think about it."

Greg dropped his bag and took off his coat. He turned to her and smiled.

"Now come here."

He didn't wait but pulled her into his arms and covered her mouth with his. He was taller than her and she had to stand on her tip toes to meet his lips. He held her close. Her aching breasts squashed against his muscled chest. His hands roamed her back, one finding it's way down to her ass and pressing her against his bulging cock through his pants.

"Oh fuck baby, I missed you. I thought of nothing else but your tight, wet pussy all week." He growled against her neck.

"Fuck me Greg. I need you so bad." Sally cried as he nibbled on her sensitive neck. Her hands tangling in his short brown hair to hold him against her.

Greg wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the floor. Sally locked her legs around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom. He sat down on the bed with her still wrapped around him. His hands slid under the short skirt she was wearing.

"Commando?" He asked, lifting his head from hers.

"I wanted as little as possible between us." She said with a smile.

"Oh baby."

Greg leaned back on his arms and watched as Sally unbuttoned and then unzipped his jeans. She stuck her hand inside and freed his hard cock. Her hand circled it. Her thumb rubbed over the bulbous head. She brought her finger to her mouth and licked off the dot of pre-cum.

"Fuck Sally. Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

He didn't wait for an answer, instead he brought her mouth back to his. His hands slipped under her shirt and palmed her generous breasts. His thumb and forefinger pinched her hard nipples. She gasped into his mouth. The sensation making her pussy cream even more.

"Fuck me Greg. I can't wait anymore."

Sally pressed her knees to the bed and lifted herself over Greg's rigid cock. She moved her hips back and forth, teasingly rubbing the head of his cock over her bare, wet pussy lips. Anointing it.

Greg groaned and grabbed her hips. Steadily he lower her on his cock. He watched her face as she took him deep into her tight hole. She was so fucking wet and tight. Greg knew he wasn't going to last long. At least not this first time. He hadn't lied when he said he thought of her pussy all week. He had come several times in his childhood room imaging Sally riding him like this.

"Take all of me Sal."

Sally threw her head back as she impaled herself on him. She felt his hands at her hips, lifting her up and down. She caught his rhythm and started to grind against him. His hands went to her shirt and pulled it from her body. His hands and lips attacked her breasts. His tongue licking. His mouth sucking. His teeth pulling.

The pleasure shot straight to her cunt as her hips rocked frantically on him.

"Let's roll baby." He growled and rolled over with out dislodging himself from her. He pounded into her now. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room.

"Yes Greg. Fuck me!"

Greg hooked his arms under her thighs and pulled out of her. He buried his face deep in her wet cunt. His tongue delving deep inside where his cock had just been. His nose rubbed over her swollen clit.

"Your smell. Your taste. You drive me fucking crazy." He mumbled as he continued to eat her.

Sally laid back and ran her fingers through his hair. God! could he eat pussy. She almost preferred that to his cock. Almost. He took his time. His tongue flicking leisurely over her aching clit then stabbing back into her and wiggling inside her tight pussy.

"Yes Greg! Please!"

"You want to come baby? Tell me!"

"Yes! Please! Make me come Greg! I need to come!"

Greg let her thighs fall onto his shoulders as he used his hands to spread her pussy lips wide.

"Beautiful." He said before stroking his tongue from her ass to her clit.

Sally moaned and tossed her head on the bed. She needed to come.

"Please." She begged.

"That's it baby. Beg me to fuck you. To make you come."

"Please fuck me! Make me come!" She repeated, tossing her head on the bed.

With a growl, Greg buried his face again. His tongue flicked across her clit as he slid one thick, long finger deep inside her. He crooked it, feeling the spongy tissue inside her pussy.

"Yes." Sally panted, her hips starting to buck.

"Grrrr." Greg growled again, the sound vibrating off her sensitized skin.

He continued to finger fuck her as his tongue flicked and swirled. His teeth gently nibbled her clit. Pulling on it.

"OH FUCK!" Sally screamed, her hips coming off the bed as her orgasm tore through her.

Greg's face remained buried deep, licking, sucking and swallowing all of her sweet cream.

"Did you enjoy that baby?" He asked, looking up from between her thighs. His face coated with her cunt cream.

"Yes! Oh Yes." She practically purred.

Greg crawled back over her. His face level with hers. He kissed her lips, letting her taste herself on him. Her tongue came out and licked his chin, his lips, his nose.

He settled himself between her thighs again, his cock poised at her opening. Her pussy was still clenching as Greg plunged deep inside her.

Sally cried out. Her pussy clamped on his cock, holding it tight inside her.

"You are so fucking tight Sal. I'm going to make you come all over my cock."

Greg pulled almost all the way out before ramming back into her. With each deep thrust, they both gasped. Sally could feel him pounding deep inside her. Deeper than he had ever gone. She wrapped her legs high around his hips. Her arms circled his waist, holding him close to her as he fucked her. His balls slapped against her ass. His pubic hair stimulated her swollen clit.

Once again, she could feel the tightening in her stomach. The building of yet another orgasm.

"Faster! Harder! Deeper!" She chanted in his ear.

Greg pulled away and knelt before her. His hands grabbed her hips and held her as he fucked into her. He watched as her breasts bounced with every thrust. One hand inched down and rubbed at her swollen clit.

She could feel her pussy start to clench on him.

"Fuck Sal. Yes! Yes baby!"

Greg threw his head back, plunged deep inside her and shouted out his release as he shot his hot load deep inside her milking pussy.

"YES!" Sally answered him, her back arching as another orgasm ripped through her.

For several seconds they stayed that way. Sally's body shuddering and milking Greg's exploding cock.

Finally he collapsed on her. His body was heavy but she welcomed the weight. Her arms caressed his back. An unwanted image of Tommy and Renee entered her mind. It had been just two days ago that she had been with them.

Guilt washed over her. She had to tell Greg. She was pretty sure the two girl thing would not upset him. But Tommy....?

"Greg, there's something I have to tell you."

To be continued...

Roommates Ch. 03



Jackson awoke the following morning feeling very mixed about the previous night's romp with Derek. He decided to quietly get ready and leave before his roommate woke up. He really didn't want to talk about what had happened last night. He didn't want to talk about it, but he couldn't stop thinking about it either.

He headed to the bathroom to take his shower but all he could think about was Derek's dick in his mouth. As if it had a mind of its own, his dick started getting hard. As the shower water poured down on his head, he tried to think of other things, but to no avail. Before he realized what he was doing, he was soaping his cock into a full-blown erection. The combination of the hot water and his soapy hand felt good as he brought himself to orgasm. He quickly finished up in the bathroom, dressed and made ready to leave for work. He glanced toward Derek's room and noticed the door open. Against his will, he paused to look inside – Derek was already gone.

Jackson wondered if Derek was feeling apprehensive as well and wanted to avoid him that morning. He walked into Derek's room and glanced around. It was a mess with clothes strewn about. On the floor beside his bed was a stack of magazines – Penthouse, Playboy, Club and a few others. Jackson smiled to himself and bent to pick one up. It was an issue of Penthouse Letters.

The magazine fell open to the section boys/boys and girls/girls section. The way the magazine had been folded, Jackson could tell Derek had been recently reading these letters. As he read, Jackson felt his dick start to swell. Hmmm, perhaps this is where Derek got the idea to broach the subject of dick sucking last night. 

Jackson closed the magazine and set it back on the pile and started to walk out when his eye caught the slightly open drawer of the bedside table. Was there a dildo in there? He cautiously looked around and then proceeded to open the drawer. There, Jackson found that his roommate did, indeed, have a dildo. It was one of those jelly types, at least 8" long. But that was not all he had. Beside the dildo was a multi-speed vibrator, a cock ring, one of those pretend "pussies" and several types of lube. Jackson's head was spinning as he closed the drawer and left Derek's room.

On his way to work, Jackson's mind was a jumble. Apart from the previous night's experience, he was now thinking about Derek's collection of toys. He went through the motions of working, but clearly his was distracted. He found himself wondering if he was turning gay. He wondered what his co-workers would say if they found out. 

That morning, a co-worker named Donald asked him if he was alright. "You look a little distracted today," Donald said. "Are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. Yeah, I guess I am just a bit." Jackson replied.

"Care to talk about anything? Donald asked.

Jackson replied a little more quickly than was warranted, "No, I'll be fine."

As Donald walked away, Jackson found himself wondering about Donald's dick. Had he ever had anyone suck him? Had Donald ever sucked a dick? Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Jackson returned to his job but it was hard to focus.

Later that afternoon, Donald came back by Jackson's desk, "You really seem off today, like you're in another world. You sure you're okay?"

Yes, I'm fine. I appreciate your concern, but I'll be alright. "Jackson said.

Donald continued, "You want to grab a drink after work? You look like you could use a stiff drink."

Jackson was a bit startled by the use of the word "stiff." He had had an erection most of the day thinking about his roommate.

"Well?" Donald was waiting for a reply.

"Sure," Jackson finally said. He really didn't want to go home after work anyway. He still wasn't ready to see Derek.

When quitting time rolled around, Donald approached Jackson, "Listen, why don't we head over to my house for that drink. I've got some great single malt that will beat the shit out of anything the local watering hole has to offer."

Without thinking much, Jackson agreed and soon found himself following Donald's car to his house. He had known Donald for several years. A good family man, Donald was marred with three kids, and had a nice home in the burbs. Donald pulled into the garage and Jackson parked on the driveway as the two made there way into the house.

The house was quite, but Jackson didn't think about it too much. Donald held up a bottle of 21 year old scotch and asked, "Do you take ice?" 

"No thanks, I like it straight." Jackson said. Donald nodded approvingly and poured two healthy glasses and offered one to Jackson.

"Here's to your health," Donald said, and the two clinked glasses and took the first drink.

Jackson savored the first sip and then let out a sign, "Ah; that is nice. Thank you for the invite."

"No worries," Donald said. "I'm glad to have the company. Helen and the kids are away for a couple of weeks visiting her parents." He sat back on the couch and kicked off his shoes and took another drink. 

Jackson panicked for a moment. Was this all a coincidence? Could Donald somehow have known what was causing his distraction that day at work? Of course not; he was just being paranoid. He smiled at himself and took another drink as he sat in an overstuffed chair next to the couch.

"What?" Donald asked.

Jackson looked up in a start, "What do you mean?"

"What were you thinking just now? That's the first time I've seen you smile all day," Donald asked.

Again, Jackson was startled, but he convinced himself that it was the product of an over-active imagination, "Nothing much. I was just thinking how nice it was to be in this quite home drinking great scotch." 

The two chatted about life, work and family and before long Donald asked Jackson if he'd like a refill. He was feeling a bit lightheaded, but accepted the offer. 

Donald refilled the glasses a little higher than the first time and handed Jackson back his glass. "Let's see if there is anything to eat in this house," Donald said as he made his way toward the kitchen. Jackson got up to follow him and noticed that he was a little more than just lightheaded. 

As he followed Donald he absentmindedly glanced at Donald's ass and wondered what he would look like naked. He quickly shook his head of such thoughts and focused on the task at hand, food. Jackson was looking around the kitchen as Donald pulled out some cheese and crackers. The kitchen looked out on the backyard. It was beautifully manicured, with a swimming pool and a hot tub. Donald grabbed the tray of cheese and crackers and motioned Jackson into the backyard.

The two sat at a patio table overlooking the backyard and continued their conversation.

"How long you been here?" Jackson asked.

"About eight years. It's taken me awhile to get it the way I wanted it, but I am sure happy with it now." Donald offered.

"Do you use the pool much?" Jackson asked.

"Kids use it most. Helen and I like the hot tub. That was a good investment!" Donald smiled as he made this comment. Jackson wondered about the comment.

As the second glass of scotch came to an end, Donald asked Jackson if he wanted another. 

Jackson declined, "I'm not sure I'd be able to drive home if I did."

"A dip in the pool will clear your head. Interested?" 

Jackson's mind reeled at the question. He looked at Donald trying to see if there was anything behind the offer, but he could detect nothing."

"Come on," Donald continued. "It will clear the mind. We're about the same size; you can use a pair of my trunks."

Without waiting for an answer, Donald got up and went to his bedroom, returning in a few moments with several swimsuits. Some were boxer style and others were speedo style. Jackson knew he couldn't wear a speedo swimsuit. He was afraid of getting an erection. He selected the boxer style and Donald motioned him to a changing room just off the hot tub.

Jackson's head was spinning. Was it the scotch? Was it the night before? Was it being at Donald's house alone? His dick was already getting hard as he tried to think about other things. At least the suit was baggy. The cold pool water would help him to refocus. As he came out of the changing room, he saw Donald standing there in a speedo. Involuntarily, Jackson looked at his host's swimming suit. He could clearly see the outline of Donald's cock as the thin material clung to his body.

Donald smiled and said, "Last one in is a rotten egg!" The two men dove into the pool. It was cool, but not cold. Jackson again tried to clear his mind, but all he could think about was Donald's cock. He swam a few laps but his erection would not abate. He wondered how he was going to get out of the pool. The two continued to swim and talk and soon, Jackson started to relax. It was all in his head. Nothing was going on. Nothing was going to happen. Thankfully, his is dick began to go limp.

After about thirty minutes, Donald said, "Let's finish this off in the hot tub. It feels great after a brisk swim." Without waiting for Jackson's response, Donald got out of the pool and pulled the top off the hot tub and started up the jets. Jackson watched as his host busied himself around the pool deck preparing the hot tub. He found himself staring at Donald's ass wondering...." 

Donald turned to look at Jackson and said, "Come on; you're going to love this."

Jackson stole a quick glance at Donald's crotch. Was Donald sporting an erection? He tried to focus but Donald had quickly turned and climbed into the hot tub. Jackson's own dick had started to swell. He was glad for the baggy swimsuit as he climbed out of the pool and into the hot tub.

Thousands of bubbles streamed toward his body as Jackson eased into the hot tub. It did feel great. His body was tired from the swim and the scotch and the thought he could easily go to sleep in this thing. Donald smiled as Jackson began to relax in the hot tub, then he said, "Jackson, sit over there next to that jet. It's the best spot in the tub. Jackson moved over to the indicated spot and sat down. Much to his surprise, as soon as he sat down he felt a powerful jet shooting bubbles right at his dick!

He looked up in surprise at his host, who smiled and said, "Feels great, doesn't' it?"

It did feel great. That was the problem. His erection returned with a vengeance. After a few moments he knew it he didn't move soon, he was going to cum in his friend's hot tub. Donald just smiled and started talking about the hot tub.

"The wife and I had this installed a couple of years ago. We enjoy coming out here naked when the kids are in bed. It's been the prelude of some pretty incredible sex."

Jackson couldn't believe his ears. Did Donald just talk about having sex with his wife in this hot tub?

Donald continued, "You enjoying my favorite spot in the tub, Jackson?"

He was enjoying it, too much. "Yeah, but I think I better move before I have an accident." Jackson moved away from the jet but his dick was incredibly hard.

"Come on," Donald said, "Let's go back into the house."

As Donald got out of the hot tub, Jackson could clearly see Donald's erect dick pressing against the fabric of the speedo. He shut off the jets and motioned Jackson to follow. Reluctantly Jackson followed. As he got out the material of the suit clung to his body revealing that he, too, had a raging hard on. Donald looked at Jackson and smiled. He tossed Jackson and towel and took one himself and dried off before going inside. In side the kitchen, Donald pealed off his speedo and set it on the counter. "Leave your suit here, Jackson. I don't want to get water in the rest of the house."

Jackson looked at Donald, standing there in the buff, with this dick standing tall. It had to be a good 8 inches long. Donald saw Jackson staring at him and offered, "It looks good enough to eat, doesn't it. " With that, he reached down and gave his cock a few strokes.

Jackson had to admit to himself that it did look good enough to eat. Dropping all pretenses, Jackson took his suit off revealing his own 7" inches standing proudly. He took a few steps toward Donald and dropped to his knees and began licking Donald's dick like it was a Popsicle. He could taste and smell the chlorine on Donald's skin, which made the whole scene somehow more erotic.

Donald moaned softly and he placed his hands on Jackson's head. After a few moments Donald pushed Jackson's head away and said, "Let's take this to the bedroom." Jackson silently stood and followed Donald to the master bedroom.

"Let's get the chlorine off first." Donald suggested as he led Jackson into a large bathroom. The shower was enormous, with multiple shower heads all around. Donald got in and started turning on facets and soon several streams of water were beating down. Jackson marveled at the shower as he entered the shower.

Donald grabbed a bottle of body wash and squirted a large amount onto his hand. He sat the bottle down and started applying the wash to Jackson. Donald's hands went everywhere – his back, his chest, his ass and even his cock. Donald's hands felt wonderful as they washed the chlorine from his skin. He took extra care with Jackson's ass and balls, making sure they were clean. "Go ahead and rise." Donald commanded; Jackson obeyed.

Wordlessly, Donald handed Jackson the bottle. Jackson took it knowing what was expected. He squirted a large amount into his own hand and started soaping Donald. He felt good to his touch as Jackson worked his way down to his cock. He grabbed the body wash again and applied some directly to Donald's dick and then began to work it in. He cleaned his cock very thoroughly, even managed to slip a finger or two up Donald's ass. When he finished, Donald rinsed off and told Jackson to turn around.

Donald came up behind Jackson and pressed his body up against Jackson's backside. Jackson could feel Donald's cock pressing against his ass. Donald took the body wash and squirted a large amount on Jackson's back and ass and then pressed himself against Jackson. He then started rubbing his body against Jackson's. He reached his hands around Jackson's waste and grabbed Jackson's dick and slowly started stroking it while grinding his cock into Jackson's ass.

Jackson leaned back against Donald, pressing his ass against Donald's cock. Donald pulled back a little and positioned his cock right at Jackson's ass and started probing for an entrance. Knowing what he was doing, Jackson reached around and spread his ass cheeks, helping Donald find his target. With dick and ass covered with slick body wash, Donald found Jackson's asshole and gently pressed the tip of his cock against the opening. As the tip penetrated, Jackson let out an involuntary scream. It hurt like hell, but there was no stopping the process.

Donald paused for a moment to allow Jackson's ass to accommodate his cock. Then he began to slowly press his advantage and slide his dick into Jackson's ass. Jackson moaned, but Donald didn't stop until the full 8" of his dick had penetrated Jackson's ass.

Jackson was in pain, but his dick had never been harder. He bit his lip as Donald started pulling out and then pushing his way back in. Soon, Donald was rhythmically fucking Jackson's ass. The pain subsided a bit and Jackson found himself enjoying his first ass fuck.

Donald continued to fuck Jackson's ass with a hand on either hip, pounding away. Jackson felt Donald's dick start to get even bigger and he knew Donald was about to cum in his ass. He squeezed his ass cheeks as tight as he could and continued to push against Donald's thrusts and then he felt it – Donald's dick began to spasm sending stream after stream of cum into Jackson's ass. 

A moment later, Jackson's dick began to swell and he knew he was going to cum as well. He was somewhat amazed for Donald had long since stopped jacking him off. As Donald finished his final plunges in Jackson's ass, Jackson began to cum. He looked down as his dick spit out several streams of cum. Jackson couldn't believe it, but it felt incredible.

Donald pulled out of Jackson's ass and cleaned off his dick with the remaining soap. Jackson turned around and looked at Donald, who smiled as he finished washing his cock. The two rinsed off and turned the water off. Donald offered Jackson a clean towel and the two dried off.

Jackson's asshole hurt like hell as he dried himself off. He didn't quite know what to do or say at that moment. Finally, Donald broke the silence and said, "Come on, let's go." He followed Donald into the bedroom, where Donald collapsed on the turned back bed. "Come on," Donald said, 'Lie down and relax a bit. Was that the first time you've ever been fucked in the ass?"

Jackson replied, "Yes. It hurts like hell but it sure felt great. How did you know?"

Donald said, "All day long I've been watching you. You were stealing glances at all the guys when you thought they weren't looking and I could see that your dick was hard most of the day. You were acting like a guy who had just sucked his first cock and were wondering if he was gay or not."

Jackson listened in disbelief. "Was it that obvious?"

Donald laughed, "Yes, it was that obvious. Anyway, I thought I'd take advantage of the situation with Helen and the kids out of town and see where things went. Don't worry; I doubt if you're gay; probably just bi – the best of both worlds." With that, Donald picked up a remote and turned a large TV on in the bed room. He then hit play and the screen was filled with beautiful babes with very little on. The scene quickly got heated up as the girls began to rub up against each other and take their clothing off. They were licking and sucking one another's breasts and fingering their pussies. Soon, Jackson's cock began to harden. Donald, noted the erection and said, "See? Women still turn you on. Nothing to worry about."

Jackson looked down and smiled. He looked over at Donald and then he started jacking off while turning his attention back to the screen, but Donald had other ideas. He reached over and pulled Jackson's hand away, replacing it with his mouth. Donald took long, slow licks up and down Jackson's cock and swirled his tongue around the tip several times. He repeated this several times stopping from time to time to lick and suck Jackson's balls. 

Jackson put his hands behind his head and alternated his attention between Donald's work and the beauties on the screen. Donald continued to pleasure Jackson with his skill. Soon, he felt Jackson's balls tighten up and his dick start to expand. He lowered his mouth down over the shaft and began sucking with all his might while fondling his balls. Then Donald reached up and began tweaking the nipple of Jackson's breast. The sensation totally overwhelmed Jackson as he began cuming in Donald's mouth. Donald took every last drop as he milked Jackson's dick dry.

Donald leaned back and put his hands behind his head and started watching the show on screen. When Jackson recovered from his orgasm, he looked over and saw Donald's dick standing tall. He positioned himself between Donald's legs and lay down in a prone position and began working Donald's dick with both hands. He took his time exploring Donald's dick, the texture, the feel, the smell. Donald spread his legs for Jackson giving him plenty of access to his cock.

After several minutes of playing with Donald's cock, Jackson noted a small amount of precum emerging from the piss slit. He lightly touched it with the tip of his finger and pulled back, leaving a thin line of precum that connected his finger to Donald's cock. He watched with amazement as the stream lengthened and then finally broke. More precum came out of Donald's cock. Jackson milked Donald's cock and watched as more precum came out. He took his finger and pressed it against the tip and he began smearing the precum on the underside of Donald's shaft. He started rubbing little circles on that spot just beneath the tip of Donald's cock as Donald moaned with pleasure. Precum continued to provide lubricant for Jackson's work as he played with Donald's cock.




Roommates Ch. 03



Finally, Jackson moved in and replaced his finger with his tongue, lapping up the precum and licking the tip of Donald's cock. Donald continued to moan with pleasure as Jackson lowered his mouth on Donald's cock. He moved his tongue back and forth as he lowered his mouth, applying suction at the same time. In no time at all, Donald's cock began to expand; his balls tightened and Jackson knew Donald was about to cum. Donald reached down and grabbed Jackson's head and started shoving it down on his dick as he fucked Jackson's mouth. 

Jackson started to gag on the size of Donald's dick but before he could do anything, Donald came with a powerful orgasm, shooting a load into Jackson's mouth. Jackson could not keep everything in his mouth and cum came out of his mouth down the sides of Donald's cock as Donald let go of Jackson's head and collapsed back on the bed. Jackson licked up the spilled cum and cleaned up Donald's cock before resuming his position next to Donald on the bed.

Donald said, "Dude, that was the best blow job I've ever had!" 

"Glad you liked it," Jackson replied. He glanced at the clock beside the bed and noticed it was late. "I'd better be going; it's getting pretty late."

"You want to spend the night?" Donald asked.

Jackson smiled and thought about it for a minute before declining. "No thanks. Maybe some other time. I've got to get home and get some sleep before work tomorrow."

"Helen won't be back for two weeks. If you want to come over Friday or Saturday, you're more than welcome. We could have a great time." Donald offered.

"I'll let you know," Jackson replied. Right now, all he could think about was how soar his ass was and about getting home,

The two dressed and Donald walked Jackson out to his car. Jackson pulled away, lost in a million thoughts, not the least of which was whether or not he would tell Derek about the evening's activities.



Roommates Ch. 03



Harvesting the Seed

Julie broke up with me two weeks before summer break and I did not take it well. We had been spending most of our time together with Henry and Julie's friend Pam. Threesomes with Henry or Pam were commonplace and foursomes with both of them were not uncommon. Henry had become comfortable with his sexuality and he seemed to be transitioning away from openly bisexual to openly gay. He would still on occasion fuck Julie when we were all together but he always finished inside my mouth or my ass. I was in love with Jules and I craved her more than anything but the hedonistic decadence of our sex life spiraled out of control. 

The biggest issue that I had was that Julie and Pam had become a serious item and I became an almost unwanted third wheel whenever they were together. Pam was a lesbian from the start so when we were all together my contact was limited to just Jules. I didn't mind though because I had no desire to fuck another woman. 

When Julie broke up with me she and Pam became an exclusive couple. I was alone and devastated. My days were often spent in a daze and my nights were spent completely drunk. My class work suffered but I had lost hope. 

I was naked in the middle of the afternoon on my bed watching porn when Henry walked in unexpectedly. He was supposed to be in class and I was fully engrossed in the hot action on the screen. 

"Hey, enjoying yourself?" He teased as he closed and locked the door behind him. 

"Oh, hey," I replied nonchalantly as I continued to openly stroke my cock and watch the couple fucking on the tv screen. Henry had seen me cum dozens of times so I was unfazed by his presence. 

"Get down here," he said calmly. His comfort with his sexuality had made him a much more confident person and he had evolved into a definite top. I knew what he wanted and even though we had never fooled around without Julie present I was horny and willing to do what he wanted. 

I climbed slowly down from my loft and walked naked toward my roommate without hesitation. My heart was racing in anticipation of what was to come. 

Henry grabbed my shoulders and pushed me roughly against the cold concrete wall of the dorm room. His hands slid from my shoulders to my throat and he pinned me against the wall. I saw a raw power in his eyes, a lust fueled power that I had never seen before. He pressed his mouth against mine and kissed me aggressively. His tongue forced its way between my pursed lips and slithered against mine as he ground his body against me. In the many times we had sex we had never kissed. Kissing a guy was not something that appealed to me at all. 

His strong hands squeezed my throat as he kissed me deeply. His hard cock pressed against my thigh through his shorts and I wanted it. 

Henry kissed me forcefully. His insistent tongue plunged in and out of my mouth like a cock pistoning into a wet cunt. His body ground against my naked flesh as I stood submissively with my hands at my side. 

"Undress me bitch," Henry ordered as he ended the kiss and released my throat. 

I looked into his eyes as I caught my breath and nodded slowly. I pulled his shirt over his head exposing his tan muscular chest to my hungry eyes. I ran my hands down his smooth shaved flesh and unfastened his shorts before falling to the floor at his feet. My eyes traveled up his taught muscular body as my hands tugged his shorts down to his feet releasing his huge hard dick. 

"May I," I asked submissively. My voice was thick with lust and it sounded distant and foreign to me as though it came from someone and somewhere else. 

"Yes," he said softly. He was clearly pleased with my submission. "Suck it bitch." 

"Mmm, thank you," I moaned as I grabbed his long thick tool with both hands and rubbed it against my face. My tongue slithered along the underside of Henry's magnificent cock. I could taste the salty sweat of his musky essence. 

Henry closed his eyes and threw his head back as I wrapped my lips around his hard pulsating member. I had always enjoyed the taste of his cum and I moaned loudly as the flavor of his precum caressed my tongue. 

My right hand stroked Henry's long shaft as my head bobbed over his thick bulbous head. My left hand caressed his balls and ran slowly over his tight rippled abs. I lost track of time as I sucked and slurped Henry's delicious cock. 

My jaw ached and tears streamed down my cheeks as Henry forcefully mouth fucked me. He pushed his cock deep into my throat making me gag violently before letting me up for air. His cock sank deeper and deeper until my nose touched the coarse patch of fur above his hard cock. 

"Enough," Henry said as he pushed me off his big dick. "Bend over." I knew what he wanted and I quickly scurried over to his bed like a needy slut.

Henry reached into his night stand and grabbed some lube as I bent over with my ass in the air and buried my face in his pillows. 

I felt the cool slick liquid run down the crack of my ass and I groaned softly in anticipation of his hard cock filling me up. He plunged two and then three fingers inside my tight ass as he slathered lube over his condom covered tool. 

"Do you want it bitch?" He asked coolly. He pumped his fingers into my ass until I started pushing back to meet his thrusts. I was ready. 

"Yes," I hissed. I was a randy whore and Henry knew exactly what I needed. He ran his hard slick meat across my gaping 

asshole and I looked back at him. "Please," I begged. 

"Please what?" He teased as his smooth cock slid enticingly down the lubricated crack of my ass. 

"Please fuck me," I replied softly. 

Henry smiled triumphantly as he aimed his dick at my asshole and pushed his hips forward. He had been inside me dozens of times and my sphincter offered little resistance before he slid inside me with a wet pop. 

My eyes rolled back with the incredible combination of pleasure and pain as he slowly sank his giant cock balls deep inside me. 

"Oh god," I groaned loudly into his pillows. 

Henry fucked me with long slow strokes as my ass stretched to accommodate his long thick cock. He fell into a steady rhythm and his heavy balls slapped against mine with each delicious stroke. 

"Do you want it harder bitch?" Henry asked loudly as he slapped my ass cheek leaving a deep red welt and making me moan with excitement. 

"Yes, please fuck me hard," I pleaded. 

"Good answer slut," he chided. He grabbed my hips and thrust his cock into me hard and fast. His dick stroked my prostate and I felt my climax starting to build deep inside me. Henry slapped my ass again and again I moaned with masochistic pleasure. 

My breathing was ragged and I knew I was close to the point of no return when Henry stopped and pulled his huge cock from my gaping asshole. My eyes shot open in shocked surprise. My body felt cold and empty and I looked back at him with soft pleading eyes. 

"Don't worry slut," he said dismissively, "I will make you cum. Get on your back and pull your legs back." 

I scampered onto my back and grabbed my ankles. I pulled my feet up and watched as Henry positioned himself and guided his big dick back inside me. My stretched ass offered no resistance and he quickly sank all the way inside me. 

My hard cock bounced as Henry thrust his dick into my ass. I watched as sweat ran down his chest as he thrust his dick hard and fast into my ass. I wished I could run my hands over his sweat covered torso as he fucked me. I watched his taught muscles ripple with each thrust of his big powerful cock. His hard rod stroked my prostate and re ignited the flames of my climax. 

Henry fucked my ass with long hard strokes pushing me past the point of no return. My eyes closed tight as my body shook with the most amazing orgasm of my life. 

Cum burbled and shot from my cock leaving a huge puddle on my stomach as I moaned and groaned like a bitch in heat. 

Henry continued fucking my ass hard and fast as I rode out a powerful climax. My chest heaved and sweat rolled down my brow as he pulled his big dick from my ass and tore off the magnum sized condom. He moved off the bed and stroked his cock as he waited for me to turn to face him. 

I parted my lips and he sank his cock down my throat. I sucked hard on his dick and stroked his long shaft as he approached his climax. My hands caressed his heavy ball sack and his taught muscular stomach while he fucked my mouth. 

Henry's balls tightened and he cried out loudly as cum filled my mouth. I quickly gulped down his seed and milked his shaft. 

"You like that don't you bitch," Henry chided as I swallowed his hot creamy cum. 

I moaned and swallowed his cum like a good cock whore. 

"Thanks," Henry said dismissively as he walked naked to the bathroom. I heard the powerful stream of pee hit the toilet water and it sent shivers through my body though I had no idea why. He dressed and left me naked and disheveled in our room. 

I crawled into bed and drifted off to sleep as I contemplated what path my life may take. 

Henry fucked me and I sucked his big delicious cock every day for the next two weeks. He occasionally kissed me and while the thought of kissing a man continued to repulse me I got excited when he did it. Our sexual escapades were always one sided with Henry the clear top and me as his willing bottom but he always fucked me until I came without ever touching my own dick. Henry may not have been a good fuck as a straight man but he was a fantastic fuck as a gay one. 

My mind was a mess and my grades suffered. I didn't study when finals came around. I knew I was going to flunk out of school but I didn't care. Julie had broken my heart and I wallowed in a deep depression. 

The night after our last final Henry had a party in our room. None of the girls we had known showed up but plenty of Henry's new friends were in attendance. He had jumped full force into the campus gay community over the prior months and there wasn't a straight man at the party. 

I drank heavily, as I had done consistently since Julie had dumped me for Pam. Sometime after midnight I found myself outside the dorm with two of Henry's friends. Ken, a short effeminate Asian had pulled out his dick in a dark corner of a parking lot to take a leak. I openly ogled him as he started to pee. 

Ken's dick was small but I found myself staring as clear beer piss flew from its head. 

"Do you want some," he teased as he stopped the stream of pee and waved his little dick from side to side. 

"Yes," I slurred drunkenly as I knelt down in front it him. I took his flaccid cock into my mouth and started to swallow when he resumed pissing. I gulped down his yellow treat and then sucked his dick until it was hard. 

I sucked and stroked Ken's small dick in a dark corner of the quad beside my dorm. He came quickly and I swallowed his hot cream before turning to face the other guy, whose name I didn't even know. He was stroking his cock and I looked up at his girlish face as I crawled over to him. I knelt on the grass and sucked his cock with reckless abandon. His breathing was heavy and he cried out loudly as his dick spit hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed his cum like a wanton whore and looked around to see if anyone had witnessed my slutty behavior or perhaps for another cock to suck. 

"Thanks," they both said in unison. They laughed loudly at my disheveled appearance as the straightened their clothes. 

They left together and I returned to the party. Everyone but Henry and his lifting buddy Ted had left. 

"Watch this," Henry said to his friend as he moved quickly to my side. He grabbed me by my throat and forced his tongue into my mouth. I returned his kiss with surprising enthusiasm and wantonly ground my body against his. 

"He claims he's bi but I think he's lying to himself and he's a fag like us," Henry told his friend. 

Henry pulled out his cock and told me to bend over. He spit into his hand and rubbed the saliva over his massive dick as I pulled down my pants like an obedient bitch. He spat on my ass and pushed his cock bareback into my ass. 

Ted moved in front of me and fed me his cock while Henry's big dick sank easily into my stretched out ass. They fucked me hard from both ends. Within minutes my cock erupted onto the floor and several minutes later they both came inside me. 

I fell to the floor panting. I was embarrassed, humiliated and still horny as hell. My dick was still hard and I jerked off as they both watched and laughed at my randy state. 

"My roommate the submissive little cock whore," Henry said as he and Ted pulled up their pants and laughed. 

I didn't care. I stroked my cock until I came as I lay on the floor. They both left the room and I crawled into my bed and passed out drunk and satisfied. 

I awoke at noon the next day and quietly packed my stuff into boxes. My car was loaded and I was on my way home before Henry got back to the room. 

Two weeks after school ended I received a letter from the University. I had failed out of school with a GPA of 1.23. I never saw or talked to Henry, Julie or any of my so called friends from Miami U again. 



Roommates Ch. 03



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Thank you,

-Aeli

*****

"Do I look ok?" I asked.

I had finally emerged from the bathroom of Elliot's parent's master bedroom. I had on a red designer bikini. Elliot had gotten it for me. It was cut much smaller than I was used to. It was barely covering my breasts and even though it made my ass look incredible, it left very little to the imagination. Elliot was sitting at the edge of the most beautiful bed I have ever seen. It was a huge four poster california king bed completely decked out in white silk sheets. Apparently, Elliot's parents got down in style. 

"Oh my," Elliot said, "Turn around?" he asked. I did. "No," he frowned, "No. You can't go out there like that." I knew it. I looked foolish.

"You picked it out! I told you I should have come with you," I whined. 

"No. No. Let me finish. You can't go out there with out some of this,"

Elliot pulled me to him on the bed and began to kiss me. He was already in his swim trunks and nothing else. We quickly fell back together across the bed. He easily rolled me onto my back. He kissed me deeply, passionately, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth, finally scratching an itch I needed ever since we started fucking. I moaned loudly and shoved him onto his back.

"Shhh," he smiled. I slowly pulled the string off the top of my bikini, letting it fall off. He stared at my tits, his mouth dropped open. He then quickly pulled the bottom string of my bikini, letting it fall open, to reveal my freshly wax pussy.

"Shit babe," he whispered.

"I couldn't come to the Hamptons unprepared," I smirked. 

"No, no you could not," he chuckled. He rolled back on top of me and spread my legs apart with his. He pulled his trunks down. I saw only a glimpse of his hard, mushroom cock before he buried himself inside me. He began to fuck me harder than usual but not hard enough.

I tried to thrust back, but, as usual, he held my hips down. I squeezed him from the inside, but if I did that too much, he would cum. Frustrated, I wrenched my hips out of his grip. Using my whole body, I rolled him over and got on top of him. I began to ride him, slowly, sensually. I looked down at him and his eyes were screwed shut, taking him away, taking him to somewhere else and out of this moment with me. I closed my eyes too and let my imagination wander. As usual, I found myself imagining I was straddling Alex instead. I tried to move my imagination away but, lately, imagining Alex was the only thing that could get me off. I imagined fucking him and him fucking me. Him bending me over and fucking my brains out. Right when I was getting close, right before my orgasm finally hit home, I heard, "I'm gonna cum." He pulled out and I jerked himself off until he came on his stomach. The usual. I rolled off of him frustrated. I began to kiss his neck and whispered.

"Isn't it my turn?"

"What?" he mumbled, still in his post-orgasmic haze.

"My turn to cum?" I asked as innocently as I could. He smiled at me. Then I saw his eyes quickly focus on something behind me.

"Oh shit," he mumbled. He reached behind me and looked at his phone. "Apparently everyone is at the gate waiting for me to let them in."

"I'll just text Alex and Patricia, they can do it. They are out at the pool. They're closer. Stay."

"No, no I should do it." He kissed me, sweetly. "Rain check?"

"I'm going to hold you to it," I pouted.

"I know you will babe and I can't wait," he whispered.

We both put our swimsuits back on. Elliot ran out to the gate while I, ready to hump a couch, wandered over to the pool. It was a gorgeous day in the Hamptons. It was hot, sunny and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. I went over to the bar and asked the bartender to make me a Tequila Sunrise. It was 5 o'clock somewhere and if I was going to be this horny all day, I was going to need a drink. As I sat on a barstool sipping my cocktail, I saw something that was going to make my day even more difficult. I saw Alex as he hoisted himself out of the hot tub. He was covered in water and sweat. His muscles, already enough of a distraction, were made even more defined by the water. The way he walked made me want to straddle him and ride him until I felt satisfied. He was so confident and self assured. Of course his swim trunks clung to his muscular thighs and outlined, what I could only imagine was, an epic cock. I felt my already frustrated pussy begin to ache. I looked away. Of course he sauntered over and sat right next to me. I glanced over and he flashed me a smile as he mopped his wet hair out of his face. 

"I'll have two of whatever she's having," he said. As the bartender mixed his drinks, I intentionally avoided looking at him. Finally, he reached over and lazily stroked my forearm to get my attention, I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Are you scared of me now?" he chuckled. 

"No, just in my own world," I lied.

"Yeah, me too," he responded. I glanced over at him. He was staring at Patricia. He undressed her with his eyes as she emerged from the pool. Patricia had always been gorgeous and she knew it. She wore a bikini that left nothing to the imagination. Her tits were barely contained in her purple string top. The bottom was cut so high in the front and back that we could all see that she was waxed bare. She walked like a runway model wherever she went. No wonder Alex liked her. She strutted over to us, he handed her a drink and kissed her deeply and passionately. I looked away.

"Stop, Alex," she cooed, "we're making Erica uncomfortable," she said as she smiled at him and bit her lip. "Let's make a toast!" she raised her glass in my face, I raise mine and Alex raised his. "Here is to good friends, good boyfriends who have loaded parents, an open bar and a mansion in the Hamptons!" We toasted. "By the way Erica, you look amazing. I have always said that you have a hot little body and should show if off more." she cocked her head to the side, pretending to hit on me, "I bet Elliot can't keep his hands off you," she teased as she ran a hand up my thigh.

"Oh, I don't know, it's a bit to revealing for me," I apologized.

"No! It's great!" she exclaimed as she flicked the edge of my bikini bottom. She turned to Alex, "Alex, tell her she looks great." Alex mumbled something that sounded vaguely positive, as he buried his face in Patricia's tits, "Alex! Stop it!" she yelped. He just firmly put his hands around her ass and hoisted her onto his lap. Patricia turned away from him and leaned forward, whispering in my ear, "Thanks for inviting us, this is exactly what we needed to patch things up. We are seriously getting back in sync, or at least we were was this morning," she chuckled. Suddenly, Alex pulled her in for another kiss. I grabbed my drink and left, that was all the PDA my body could handle. 

I looked out and saw Elliot coming back with a plethora of people. Every single one of them looked like the rich, beautiful, people in movies. I froze. I suddenly felt incredibly out of place. Before I could hide, Elliot waved at me. I waved back. He ran up to me. He pointed at my drink.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Tequila Sunrise," I answered.

"Gimme a swig," he said as he grabbed my drink and downed it. Before I could say anything, "This is the girl I've been telling you about. This is my girlfriend Erica," he said as he introducing me to everyone. I was bombarded by an avalanche of names, hugs, compliments and handles upon handles of booze. "And these are her good friends Alex and Patricia." Elliot turned to introduce Alex and Patricia, only to see them dry humping each other on the bar stool. He grimaced. A few of his friends laughed. I offered a dry smile. This was going to be a long day.

***

After a few rounds of shots and a steady stream of Tequila Sunrises, I was finally relaxed around Elliot's friends. They were all in the top 10% of New York City. One of them was a partner at an elite real estate company. The other was an international model. One was a socialite. The other was on Broadway. And so on and so forth. They all, thankfully, found my job interesting and wasted no time grilling me about my opinion of all the comics turned TV series and movies. I was doing surprisingly well. I was charming, smart and funny. I had eight new facebook friends in the first hour and by the second I was making coffee dates for the next two weeks. 

Elliot could not have looked more pleased. As we all chatted in the hot tub he could barely keep his hands off me. Under the cover of the bubbles, he ran his hands between my thighs and over my ass. Every so often he would place quick kisses on my neck and shoulders. I could not wait to get him alone. 

Unfortunately, I could tell that Alex and Patricia felt left out. Alex tried to initiate a game of 'never have I ever', only to get shut down and asked if he always resorted to high school antics to get laid. Patricia felt out of place discussing her day job as a server with a Broadway star. They eventually retreated into the house. I felt bad, but, I felt oddly at home with Elliot and his friends.

Eventually, the tequila took its toll and I had to go inside. I scampered to the guest bathroom. The door was slightly open so I just walked in only to see Alex and Patricia. She was topless, on her knees and sucking Alex's cock. 

I gasped. Suddenly, Alex looked right at me, his eyes were dark with lust. His eyes locked with mine. I couldn't move. Unflinching, he buried his hands in her Patricia's hair, pushed her mouth all the way down his cock and began to fuck her face. I heard her begin to moan and gag. He held my gaze as he bit his bottom lip and smiled. My stomach began to tighten and I'm sure my nipples could cut glass. Finally his head craned back in ecstasy.

"Fuck!" he moaned. Once our eye contact was broken I could finally slam the door. 

"Oh my God! Lock the door!" I yelled. I tried to calm myself down, but the damage was done. I was a horny mess. I Found another bathroom. Then I marched outside to find Elliot.

A I searched for Elliot was driven by lust and inspired by tequila. It was getting dark, the fire pit was going and the outdoor lanterns bathed everything in a warm light. People were dancing, drinking and a few couples had retreated to dark corners of the estate. The party was in full swing. I saw Elliot chatting with a red head at the bar. I made my way over to him.

When I got to the bar, I wrapped myself around him and pressed my breasts into his back. I whispered into his ear,

"Now."

"Now, what?" he asked.

"From this morning. Now." I swiveled him around on the bar stool and kissed him, snaking my tongue into his mouth. I grabbed his hand and, silently, he followed me. I began to pull him back towards the house only to see Alex and Patricia remerging. She was still adjusting her bikini top. Alex and I locked eyes for a moment. I glared at him. I pulled Elliot away from the house. My eyes began to scan for a non-occupied space. I pulled him back behind the pool house and out of sight.

I pushed him up against the side of the pool house and began to make out with him. I ran my hands over his body. I pulled his hips against mine. I began to wind my body up against his. My hands came to his crotch and began to rub him through his swimsuit. I had no idea what I was doing. I would never have sex in public, but I was just so horny I didn't care. I turned around so I could grind my ass into his lap. I took one of his hands, pushed it down the front of my bikini bottom and eased his fingers into my pussy. I took the other and slid it under my bikini top. 

"Whoa, whoa babe, slow down," he whispered. His voice was breathy and low, he was obviously enjoying the attention I was giving him. However, he removed his hands from my tits and pussy, turned me around and pushed me off of him.

"Elliot," I whined, already missing his hands and the warmth of his body against mine.

"Not here babe," he whispered. He was looking at me like I was a spoiled child.

"I need it," I begged. I began to kiss him again, shoving my tongue in his mouth. I heard him moan back. His hands came to my ass and squeezed. I lifted my leg up to wrap around his hip. I felt his hard cock begin to press against my pussy. 

"Erica!" he shoved me off of him, "What has gotten into you?" I suddenly felt incredibly ashamed.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "I'm sorry, I just...I don't know-"

"It's ok," he said, he pulled me in for a sweet soft kiss. I felt my body begin to ramp up again. I needed a release. And, judging by the fact that his cock was resting firmly against my stomach, so did he. "Not that I haven't fantasied about doing that all day. Just, later ok? I promise." I nodded as he held me. I heard his breath catch, like he was starting a thought, but he stopped.

"What?" I looked at him. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

"I can't go back to the party like this," he whispered.

I looked down. He was still hard. It wasn't exactly what I wanted, but I was too wound up to say no. Wordlessly, I got down on my knees and pulled his swim trunks down. His cock sprung forward into my face. I wasted no time. I opened my mouth and pulled all of him deeply into me, pressing the head of his cock into my mouth as far as it could go. When my lips reached the base, I stared up at him, giving him the best doe eye innocent look I could muster. I was obviously a woman on a mission. "Holy shit, babe," he hissed. 

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to cover it in spit. Then I began to suck him off in earnest. He gently put his hands on my head and coaxed me to take all of him deeper into my mouth. I did, easily. Maybe it was because I was so horny, maybe it was all the tequila, but, again, I found myself imagining Alex's cock in my mouth instead. I wondered if it would even fit in my mouth, Patricia was gagging on it and she always bragged her deep throating skills. I imagined Alex filling my mouth, pressing against the back of my my throat. I moaned. Elliot's grip on my head got harder. I brought a hand to his cock and began to slowly twist around the base in rhythm with my mouth. I took my other hand and began to play with my clit. I moaned again. Elliot's hips began to buck into my mouth. I felt so powerful on my knees with Elliot at my mercy. A small part of me wanted to stop, wanted to delay his orgasm in revenge for all the times he had done it to me. But before I got the nerve to pull my mouth away, I heard,

"I'm cuming!" Elliot grunted. I kept going until I felt him begin to unload in my mouth. It began to milk his cock for every drop. If I wasn't going to get release, I was going to make his unforgettable. My mouth began to fill with warm, salty, cum. I swallowed. I pulled his cock out of my mouth so he could see me lick him clean.

He looked down at me. His mouth was wide open. I continued to lick him until his cock went soft. I was hot. My skin was vibrating with lust. Elliot could have asked me to do any kinky, nasty, sexual favor and I would have said yes. Instead he grabbed my face, pulled me up and kissed me on the cheek.

"Remind me never to leave you Erica. Never. You just wait until tonight. I promise I'll make you cum until you beg me to stop," he whispered into my ear. He gently grabbed my hand and led me back to the party.

***

"Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard, their shadows searching, in the night! Streetlights, people, livin' just to find emotion, hidin' somewhere in the night!" Elliot sang at the top of his lungs, while he and I stumbled with him back to our room. I couldn't help myself, it was Journey.

"Workin' hard to get my fill!" I joined in, "Everybody wants a thrill! Payin' anything to roll the dice, just one more time!" We all had way too much tequila. 

"Some will win! Some will lose! " Alex and Patricia had joined in while they shared a joint behind us. "Some were born to sing the blues!" they crooned together, "Oh, the movie never ends. It goes on and on and on and on!" 

With that we finally found ourselves in our respective rooms. Once Elliot and I got into ours, he sloppily pulled me with him down onto the bed and kissed me. He began to try to pull my bikini off me and his trunks off of himself, but he was painfully drunk.

"Shhit," he mumbled. He looked down as his limp cock. "I shwear I'm so horny right now. Especially after you blew me," he slurred. I wasn't nearly as drunk as he was. I felt bad.

"Its ok," I lied, "really, let's just go to bed. There is always the morning." He nodded in agreement. Then he passed out almost immediately. I undressed him and put some boxers and a shirt on him. I pulled on some underwear and a tank top. I curled up next to him, but I was wide awake. I heard muffled yells from Alex and Patricia's room next door. At least they were having fun. I gradually eased myself into a light sleep. 

***

I woke up moments later to a door slamming. 

"Fuck you! You stupid fucking asshole!" I heard Patricia's voice echoing in the hallway. Still pretty tipsy, I crawled out of bed. I propped my door open and craned my face out into the hallway. I saw Patricia storming out towards the front door. I stepped out and looked around only to see Alex standing in the doorway to the guest room behind me.

"What the fuck Alex?" I whispered.

"She's a stupid fucking cunt!" he yelled.

"Fuck you!" Patricia's voice echoed from somewhere in the house.

"Oh my God," I walked to his door and and pushed him into his room, "Stop yelling in the hallway," I whispered as I closed the door behind us. "You are going to wake up Elliot. He needs to sleep."

"Does pretty boy need his beauty rest?" Alex mumbled sarcastically.

"What?"

"You bring me and Patricia here just to let these assholes walk all over us." He was fucked up and angry. I began to try and talk him down.

"You guys are here as my guests. But you two decided to act immature all day and behave like whores. Don't think I've forgotten about the bathroom incident, that was disgusting."

"Whore? That's funny coming from you," he scoffed.

"What?" I said, taken aback.

"Elliot had his hands all over you all day."

"Elliot is my boyfriend."

"That's right. Boyfriend. How long have you been seeing him? A week? Two?"

"Alex..."

"You sit there on your fucking high horse preaching about no sex before relationships," he stared.

"Oh please, Alex. I've been seeing him for over a month."

"But what you really mean is no sex unless a guy blows a load a cash on you," he continued, ignoring me.

"Alex, you are a guest in this house-"

"A load of cash for a load in your face!" he yelled, "Isn't that right?"

"Excuse me?" I gasped.

"Everyone could see the grass embedded in your fucking knees and the satisfied look on that fuckers face when you two came back. Every guy knows that look. Tell me, were you enough of a lady to spit, or did he pay you enough to swallow?"

I slapped him. Hard. His cheek was bright red. He looked back at me, shocked and pissed. His eyes had gone cold. 

"Fuck you," I said. But that wasn't enough. I slapped him again. Harder. "Fuck you!" I wound up to slap him again, but this time he caught my wrist. I reached my other arm back and he grabbed that one too. 

"No, fuck you!" he yelled. We began to struggle. He pinned me, my arms over my head, against the wall. He pushed his body against mine. Suddenly I was aware that I was in nothing but boy shorts and a tank top, no bra. He was in nothing but his boxers. He smelled of sweat, salt water and sunscreen. I was so horny that the smell of him was beginning to get me wet. I felt his muscles tensing against my body to hold me in place. His eyes locked with mine as he whispered, harshly, 




Roommates Ch. 03



"You little slut. Acting like you are better than everyone else..." My eyes widened in shock. Before I could protest, he leaned in, pressing his lips against my ear. "Walking around in that tiny red bikini all day..." The sheer lust in his voice made me blush. 

"Alex, stop it. This is not funny. Stop messing with me." He just tightened his grip against my wrists. His head dipped down to my neck and he inhaled my scent. He began running his lips back up my neck as he spoke.

"You messed with me first. Fucking teasing me with your perfect little body," he began to grind his hips into mine, "Making me watch your tits and ass bounce around all fucking day," he growled softly against my neck. 

"Alex, you're drunk and confused and mad at Patricia. Don't do this. You want her. Don't take that shit out on me," I whispered, unsure.

"No," Alex chuckled, "Nooo no. You," he hissed, "You had me so hard all day. I had to leave the party just to jerk off." What could only be Alex's quickly hardening cock began to press against my stomach. "Finally, I just I had to get Patricia to blow me. Even then, it took me forever to cum 'cause I wanted your lips around my cock, not hers," he chuckled, "When you walked in on us, I really thought I had lost it." 

"Alex," I mumbled, trying to think straight. Trying and failing. I felt my body beginning to respond for me. My nipples were pressing through my tank top, my stomach was tightening. My hips began to roll with his, between my legs my pussy began to ache. I had been so turned on all day that everything he did, everything he said, felt amazing.

"I saw the look in your eyes when you saw us. You try to pretend you are such a good girl, but I know exactly what you are." His words began to get lost as he buried himself in my neck. He let go of my wrists and wrapped his arms around my waist. I buried my hands in his hair, not wanting him to stop what he was doing. He pulled me off the wall. He sucked and nipped against my neck, I let my head fall back to give him more access. I sighed,

"Alex, oh my...No...Alex. This is...Elliot is-" I had barely finished saying Elliot's name when Alex violently pinned me back against the wall. He latched his hands back around my wrists and slammed his hips against mine. His force sent shivers through my body. I gasped.

"Fuck him! Fuck Elliot!" he spat, "Just seeing him touch you drives me crazy!" 

That shocked me back to reality. I sputtered out,

"This...this is Elliot's house and he's...he's my...boyfriend. I can't...I can't do this." Alex just stared at me for moment. It was like he was trying to read my eyes, to see if I was telling the truth. Finally, a sly smile formed across his face. His eyes began to fill with lust. Then, slowly, calculatedly, he said,

"If you want me to stop, I'll stop. But first, I am gonna need you to stop grinding against my cock." It was only then that I realized that my hips were moving of their own accord. They were seeking release from the tension that he had built up. One of my legs was sliding up to his hip to give my pussy better leverage to grind against him. I looked down and saw that I was so wet that I could see a damp spot forming on my underwear. I blushed. I'm sure Alex could feel it. I had been so frustrated all day. He chuckled. He gently released my wrists. He grabbed my leg and brought it up to hook around his hips. His other hand began to slide down the side of my body like he could memorize my silhouette through touch. "So...do you want me to stop?" he challenged. He punctuated the sentence by thrusting his hips against mine and then, expertly, matching my rhythm. He continued to run his hands up and down my sides. I bit my lip, angry, fighting the longing in my core. My head was swimming with lust. The tequila and Alex were definitely not helping. 

Suddenly, he pulled away from me, breaking the contact between our bodies. "I need an answer Erica," he asked, earnestly. I turned bright red, not from embarrassment, but from anger. Every scenario began to roll through my brain. And every time my throbbing pussy made me lose focus. The man I had been fantasizing about was right here in-front of me. I was tipsy. I was horny. I hadn't had a guy make me cum in ages. I glared back at him. 

"Fuck you. No, don't stop," I whispered. He bit his bottom lip as his eyes raked over me. 

"God, you are so fuckin' hot when you're mad." 

He brought his hands to either side of my face and pulled me in for a kiss. We positively devoured each other's mouths. We ended up back against the wall. My legs spread as he lifted my ass so both of my legs could wrap around his hips. His now hard cock was pressing against me. I ran my fingers through his hair, raking over his scalp. He moaned into my mouth. With my legs locked around him, he brought his hands to my tits and played with the nipples through my shirt. I moaned into his mouth. He began to tease me by moving between fucking my mouth with his tongue and playfully biting my lips. He moved from my mouth, down my neck, to my tits, taking one nipple and sucking it through my shirt while he groped the other. He switched. My head was back, rolling against the wall, in pleasure. I felt his strong arms wrap around me and pull me off the wall.

Before I knew it, I was under him on the floor. He impatiently shoved his hands under my tank to get to my tits. He hastily pulled it off over my head. The cool hardwood floor felt amazing against my skin. He took one tit than the other into his warm wet mouth, and I nearly cried out right there and then but I caught myself. My hands, still firmly in his hair, began to slide down his neck and rested on his well muscled shoulders. Just feeling those muscles coiling underneath my touch made me shiver. My back arched my breasts into his mouth. My hips were splayed open under him. I hated to admit it, but I was at his mercy. 

He came back up and began to kiss me again. He ran his hands around to the inside of my thighs. He pulled my boy shorts to one side and ran his fingers up and down the outside of my pussy; teasing my clit, then dipping in further and teasing my hole. He moaned between kisses,

"You're soaked." 

I ran my hands down his back to the elastic of his boxers, I delicately ran my fingers under it, teasing him. In response, he growled and quickly removed his boxers himself. His cock sprang free. All I could do was stare. It was...impressive. Thick and long and already wet with pre-cum. I found myself wondering if I had bit off more than I could chew. Alex saw me staring and smiled. He pulled my boy shorts off to reveal my pussy. It was glistening with wetness that was dripping down my thighs. As he took in the sight of me, I swear, I saw his cock twitch. A lurid smile spread across his face, "I've had to watch the ass walk around all day," he mumbled. He picked me up and spread me belly down across the bed. 

He maneuvered me to my hands and knees. He grabbed my ass and and began to massage it. Suddenly, I felt his warm, wet tongue begin to run all the way up and down my pussy. It felt so good I nearly came. My toes began to curl. He spread my pussy with his fingers and began to run his tongue back and forth on my clit. I began to whimper. He then took his tongue and began licking my entrance, making me so wet I could feel my juices running down my thighs. He then let his tongue drift back to my ass and he began to delicately lick my asshole. I'd never had a guy do that before. It felt amazing. And dirty. And primal. He took his fingers and pushed them into my pussy. He quickly found my spot and began to stroke it with the pads of his fingers. I was getting so close I could scream. But he was taking his time, keeping me on the edge and driving me crazy. When he pulled his fingers and his tongue away I nearly sobbed. But when he began to pressed his cock against my entrance, I gasped. I had never wanted to be fucked more in my entire life.

Swiftly, he shoved himself into me to the hilt. I had to bury my face in the covers to stifle my cry. He was so big and thick that I was filled instantly. Almost painfully. My whole body trembled. He drew almost all the way out and shoved himself back in again. I cried out again with pleasure into the bed. Somewhere in the back of my head I registered that we were getting too loud. I begged,

"Slow down...Elliot is-" Alex reached forward, roughly grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head up to his. My head bent back over his shoulder, my was throat wide open, my was body bowed to his desire. 

"If you talk about him again while I'm inside you, I'ill really make you scream," Alex threatened, his breath heavy with lust. He pulled himself all the way out and plunged his full length back into me to make his point. He kept my head up out of the sheets. Unable to bury myself in the bed, I had to screw my eyes shut and bite my lips together to keep from screaming. He let out a needlessly loud and satisfied "Fuck!" Soon after, I heard him chuckling in my ear, "You're so fucking tight."

He pulled me fully upright, my back pressed against his chest. He spread me onto his lap with his cock still inside me. I had never fucked like this before. I, shyly, began to grind against him. "Ooh, no Erica," I could hear the patronizing smile in his voice, "you are going to have to fuck me better than that." His tone made my blood boil, I begin to ride up and down his full length. Slamming my hips onto his until they made a satisfying smack every time. "Good gir-" he sighed, the rest of his sentence got caught in his throat as he gasped in pleasure. 

As we fucked, he massaged my tits, and kissed his way up and down my neck. I couldn't help myself, I buried my hand between my legs, massaging my clit in a frenzy. He took one of his hands and brought his fingers to my mouth. "Suck," he commanded. I did. He began to make his fingers going in and out of my mouth, mimic his cock going in and out of me. He then took those fingers and brought them to my clit only to find my hand there already. His wet fingers joined mine and their movements against my clit. "Dirty girl, you wanna cum?" he asked, his voice heavy with effort. I was barely holding on, how he was forming sentences was beyond me. I hardly registered the question. I was pried open with pleasure. I know its odd, but the only image I can compare it to is a cello being played by an expert. He was skillfully playing me, he was making me moan just the way he wanted. Wrapping my wrists in his grip, he pulled my hands away from my clit. He began to slow down our pace. I whimpered.

"I asked you a question Erica," he said.

"Yes!" I responded.

"Yes what?" he pushed.

"Yes, I want to cum," I whispered desperately. 

"I don't believe you."

"I do," I tried.

"Beg," he commanded. I wasn't quite sure of what to say. But I wanted to cum. I needed to.

"Please Alex. Fuck, please make me cum. Fuck me. I need to be fucked," I whimpered. He let my hands go and dug his fingers into the muscles of my hips. He was going to leave bruises. He began to pick the pace back up, going deeper with each thrust. I felt my orgasm building deliciously slowly but steadily. 

"Can he make you cum?" he whispered, his voice rough. I ignored him. I let my head fall over his shoulder. My mouth was right next to his ear.

"Fuck me. Please fuck me, Alex," I begged. I began to nibble on his ear lobe. I reached my hands back to pull his hair, hoping to distract him. 

"Answer me or I stop," he seethed. 

"No!" I cried, "No. He can't. He can't," I confessed. 

"Oh Erica," he moaned. He almost sounded sorry. Almost. He brought one hand to my clit and began to roll it between his fingers. His other hand clutched my hips as he began to pick up the pace. His hips were meeting mine, thrusting up into me. I felt my breath quicken. My eyes rolled back into my head. I was ridding his cock as hard as I could. "Cum for me baby," he whispered. With those words I felt myself fall apart. It started as a soft, almost whining moan, which quickly gained intensity and volume. I wrapped my hands over my mouth to muffle my cries. I felt my pussy begin to spasm around him. I felt so incredibly full. My legs began to tremble with pleasure. My whole body was vibrating in ecstasy. This is what I had wanted for months now and I was finally getting it. I felt his breath on my neck become ragged, his thrusts became merciless and, shortly after I felt my body finish shuddering around him, I felt his cock get harder than I thought possible. Soon after, I felt ropes of hot sticky cum coat the inside of me. 

When we came to, we were in a sweaty heap. In our post coital haze I swore he leaned over and gave me an uncharacteristically sweet kiss on the shoulder. I looked at him, my body was still recovering from what we had just done, but my mind began to race.  

"Alex?" I whispered with concerned and shock. He read my face.

"Erica, don't-"

"I-I need to get out of here." I scrambled to my feet and began to search the room for my clothes. I put them back on. 

"Erica, please, listen-" he begged. I opened the door and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I barreled back into my room. I slammed the door and locked it. I had completely forgotten about Elliot until,

"What's wrong babe?" he mumbled half asleep. I nearly screamed in fear. I stared at him, chest heaving. What had he heard? 

"Nothing, just a bad dream," I whispered. 

"Ok," Elliot mumbled as he fell back into a deep sleep. I went to the bathroom in our suite and turned on the shower. 

What had I done?

TBC...



Roommates Ch. 04



"I don't understand?" Sally said, shaking her head.

"It's not that difficult Sally. Tommy and I like to share women. We were really lucky to find Renee. And now we found you."

"You fucked Renee?" Sally asked in an accusing tone.

"You fucked Tommy. And Renee." He added.

"Tommy?" She wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer.

"Tommy has a nice cock and I like watching him fuck women, but I love pussy Sally."

Sally put her hand to her forehead and walked to the couch. She didn't understand any of this. Wasn't a boyfriend supposed to be pissed when you fucked another guy and ate another woman out? But here was Greg, totally accepting of the entire thing. And he wanted her to have a foursome. Could she do that?

"I really don't understand any of this. How many times have you and Tommy done this? And why didn't you tell me?"

"We have done it a few times, but we have only shared one woman before. Usually one of our girlfriends. We have only ever had a threesome. We have never found two girls who are willing. But we have Renee. And now you." He said sitting down next to her.

"And telling someone that you like to have a threesome and possibly a foursome isn't something you share over coffee. I had to make sure that you would be into this."

"So why not just ask me."

"And what would you have said? You would have flipped out. I've had that reaction before Sally. But I didn't want that with you. I knew you were special the first time I met you. And I knew that, given time and the opportunity, you would come to enjoy what we all could share."

"So that night was a test?"

"Not really. I had no idea that was going to happen. We talked about it. But it was only supposed to be Renee. Not both of them." Greg picked up her hand and held it. His eyes searched hers. He tried to find a trace of disgust in her eyes. But he didn't. Could she be the one?

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes." She whispered.

"Which part?"

"All of it. God, it felt so..."

"Erotic? Sexy?"

"Hot. I had always..." Her voice trailed off. She couldn't tell him.

"Always thought about being with a woman." He finished for her.

Sally's eyes snapped to his.

"Yes."

"How about two guys?"

"Sometimes."

Jackpot!!!

"Let's do it Sal. If it gets too much and you want to stop, just say so. No one will make you do something you don't want to. That's not what this is about. It's all about pleasure. Yours and ours. What do you say?"

She was nervous. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she would be having this conversation. Then again, she never thought she would have had a threesome and eat another woman's pussy. And enjoy it so much. Maybe there was something wrong with her. Or, maybe, there was nothing wrong. Maybe she was a just a normal woman who enjoyed sex. In any form.

She looked at Greg. She loved him. And he loved her. She knew he wanted this. And surprisingly, she wanted this too.

"Ok Greg." She said softly, still not believing she was agreeing to it.

"Really?" His eyes widened in hope.

"Yes."

****

"Are you sure about this Sal?" Renee asked coming out of her bedroom. Tommy was right behind her.

"I'm sure." She said softly.

And she was. The thought of feeling Renee's hands and mouth on her body again had her pussy all ready creaming. Renee smiled and walked over and hugged her. 

"You are going to love this Sal. It's going to so much better that what we did. Trust me."

Sally stood still and let Renee undress her. Her clothes ended up in a pile within moments. She resisted the urge to cover herself. After all, everyone in the room had all ready seen her naked. 

She closed her eyes as Renee ran her hands over her shoulders and down her chest. Her fingers strumming across her erect nipples. She watched as Renee bent her head and took one into her mouth. She sighed and closed her eyes.

Greg came up behind her. He, too, was naked. She could feel his rigid cock in the cleft of her ass. His arms circled her waist. His hands slid up her stomach and cupped her generous breasts, lifting it up to Renee's hungry mouth.

Sally let her head fall back against Greg's solid chest. She let his hands massage and plump her breasts. Renee continued to suck and tongue her, taking turns with each nipple.

Her eyes snapped open as she felt another pair of lips close over her other nipple. She looked down and saw Tommy's eyes staring up at hers as his tongue laved her. It was such a sight. She couldn't take her eyes off of his as he tongued and sucked on her ever hardening peak. Then she gasped as his teeth clamped over it and gave it a little tug.

"Feel good?" Greg asked in her ear.

"Yes." She hissed and turned her head to look up at Greg. His lips caught hers in a deep kiss. His tongue slipped inside her mouth to mate with hers.

Greg supported her breasts for their hungry mouths. She couldn't raise her arms; they were trapped at her sides by Greg's. She wanted to hold them to her. But all she could do was just feel. And enjoy. And she did. With each lick, suck and pull, her pussy creamed even more. She could feel the wetness coating her bare pussy lips. Her clit was throbbing. Begging for attention. She could feel the pulsing of it throughout her body.

She wiggled her ass against Greg. His cock rubbed her. The thickness of him filling the crack between her ass cheeks.

"You want it, don't you baby" Greg growled against her lips.

"Yes." She hissed. Her back arched to force more of her breasts into the two mouths sucking her.

Suddenly the mouths were gone. Sally opened her eyes and looked down. Her nipples were pink and wet. They tingled. She missed them all ready.

"On the couch." Greg ordered, coming around to face her.

She saw Tommy and Renee quickly undress. Tommy moved and stretched his long body down on the couch. His head hung over the arm rest. Renee stood over his head, his hungry mouth eating away at her pussy.

Sally moved slowly to the couch. She looked back at Greg. His hand was at her back, guiding her. When she stood by his side, she looked up at Greg.

"Suck his cock Sally. I want to watch you."

Okay, she could do this. It wasn't like she hadn't had his cock in her mouth before. And with Greg there, giving his permission, seeing the desire in his eyes, she knew it was what he wanted. Sally knelt by the couch and leaning over, took Tommy's thick cock deep into her mouth.

"That's it Sal. Suck that cock." Greg encouraged from her side.

Sally lifted her eyes to see Greg stroking his own hard cock. His hands matched the rhythm of her head as she continuously swallowed Tommy's cock.

She heard Renee moaning and turned her head to watch as Tommy devoured the other womans pussy. His fingers had her pussy lips spread wide and his tongue flicked furiously over her swollen clit.

"Yes Tommy. Fuck YES!" She cried out as she orgasmed and ground her pussy against his face.

Tommy's cock grew harder as he slurped from Renee's soaked pussy. The sounds of sex filled her ears. Sally was so turned on by watching Renee and sucking Tommy's cock. She, too, needed to come. She wanted to feel her own orgasm rush through her body.

With her hands, she stroked Tommy's cock and caressed and squeezed his balls.

"Fuck Sal, I'm going to come." Tommy warned, his hands tangling in her hair. He moved her faster on him.

Sally looked at Greg. He smiled. She knew what he wanted her to do. She tightened her lips and sucked Tommy harder.

"Jesus! Christ!" Tommy roared a moment before he shot his hot cum deep inside Sally's waiting mouth. His hips bucked off the couch as he emptied himself.

"Fuck baby, that was wonderful." Greg's voice sounded by her head.

Sally licked her lips and lifted her face. Greg's cock was now level with her mouth. Oh what the hell...

She moved closer and wrapped her lips around Greg's straining cock. She heard him moan as she sucked on just the tip of him. Her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge.

"You really know how to suck cock baby." Greg crooned, his hand sifting through her hair and holding her to him.

Sally was so fucking hot from sucking Tommy and Greg's cocks that she thought she would explode. She needed to come. She slipped her hand down between her thighs to her own sopping pussy.

"Oh no Sally, none of that." Greg said, pulling his cock from between her lips. "You poor baby. You need to come, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Lie down. Let us show you how good this can be."

Sally let Tommy guide her down on the couch. She could only lie there and watch as Tommy and Renee sucked her breasts while Greg settled between her thighs. He lifted her legs over his shoulders, opening her to his hungry eyes.

"I can smell how aroused you are." Greg said, and then he took a deep breath. "Now, I want to taste this pussy."

Before Sally could say anything, Greg's tongue made a slow swipe through her soaked slit. Her hips shot off the couch.

"Easy baby. This is going to feel so fucking good." Greg said, his deep voice vibrating off the aching flesh of her cunt.

Sally let her head fall back against the couch. Her hands came up and she played her fingers though Tommy and Renee's hair. Their mouths suckling at her breasts. Their teeth lightly scraping. The sensations of having both her breasts sucked on at the same time shooting straight to her pussy, where Greg feasted on her.

He flicked her throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue. Slow. Fast. Slow. With his thumbs, he spread her bare pussy lips wide. The sounds of him lapping and sucking on her wet cunt filled the room. He ate her like a staving man. He licked and sucked her. He stuck his tongue deep inside her dripping hole. His teeth pulled on her clit. The sensations were killing her. She needed to come. She could feel the tension building in her body.

"YES! YES!" She cried out.

They all continued to torture her. Greg's tongue fucked in and out of her pussy. His thumb rubbed her clit furiously.

"Come on baby. Come for me." He encouraged as he stuck his tongue deeper inside her and wiggled it.

"Oh God! Oh God! YES!" Sally lifted her hips as she cried out with her release.

Greg still sucked at her pussy, swallowing her cream as if flowed, his hands holding her tight against his mouth. 

Tommy and Renee left her breasts. They stood and walked to the end of the couch, watching. Tommy's hands caressing Renee's pussy.

"Fuck baby, you are delicious. Now I have to fuck you." He lifted himself above her. His cock poised at her opening. "Do you want that? Do you want me to fuck your sweet pussy?"

"Yes Greg. Please!"

Greg spread her thighs wide with his body. He rubbed his cock over her wet lips, anointing just the tip with her cum. He tapped his cock lightly against her swollen clit, before plunging deep inside her.

Sally cried out. Her hips lifted to take him deeper. Greg came over her, his arms supporting him above her. His eyes staring down into hers.

"Come on Sal. Come again." He growled as he pumped into her. 

Sally wrapped her legs high around his waist and took him deeper. His balls slapped against her ass as he plunged into her. His pubic hair rubbed against her bare cunt lips. His cock rubbing her clit with each thrust.

"Yes Greg! Yes baby!" Sally arched her back and cried out as her body shuddered in orgasm. 

Her pussy clenched on Greg's cock, milking him. Seconds later he threw back his head with an answering shout and erupted deep inside her clenching pussy.

Greg leaned down and kissed her. His tongue slid into her mouth and mated with hers. He growled as she sucked on his tongue. Her fingernails lightly scoring his back and shoulders. 

Greg slid out of her and sat back on his thighs. He reached down and pulled Sally into his arms. He re-positioned them until he was lying down and Sally straddled him.

"Ride me baby."

Sally looked down and saw that he was still hard. She couldn't believe it. His cock glistened with her cum. She raised herself up and slowly impaled herself on him. She closed her eyes and arched her back as she took him deep. Sally placed her hands on his chest and lifted her hips on him. 

"That's it Sally. Fuck me baby." Greg said, his hands settled on her hips, guiding her.

Sally opened her eyes and stared at Renee and Tommy as they stood behind Greg. Licking her lips, Sally leaned forward and began to lick at Renee's swollen and exposed clit.

Renee lifted her leg onto the couch, exposing herself better. Sally bent her head, her breasts bouncing before Greg's hungry mouth. Sally rested her hands on the arm rest and began to lick and suck on Renee's clit. Renee moaned and rocked her hips. Sally lifted her hand and stuck one long finger deep inside Renee's tight pussy. She could feel the slide of Tommy's cock as he fucked Renee's ass.

Sally bounced on Greg's cock, his hungry mouth bit and sucked on her nipples, she finger fucked Renee and sucked on her clit as Tommy fucked her ass. In the back of her mind, she still couldn't believe she was doing this. And loving it. The feelings, the smells, the tastes. It all overwhelmed her. 

And deep down, she could feel the tension building again in her body. The taste and smell of Renee was intoxicating. The fullness of Greg inside her, her pussy lips stretched around him, his teeth pulling on her nipples and...OH, his hands grabbing her ass as he slid one finger along her asshole.

"Fuck me Tommy." Renee moaned, one hand holding Sally's head against her while the other pulled on her own nipple.

"Oh yeah baby, here it comes..." Tommy bent Renee forward as he thrust deep into her. His cock exploded filling her as with his milky cum.

"YES!" Renee cried out as her pussy clenched as Sally continued to finger fuck her.

Renee fell back against Tommy. His lips caressed her cheek. His eyes found Sally's and he smiled. "Now, it's your turn."

Sally looked down at Greg. He watched her. Her turn? What exactly did he mean? 

"Relax Sally." Greg said as he felt her tense up. "You will enjoy this."

Sally felt the couch dip and then felt Tommy's lips on her back.

"Greg?"

"We'll stop if you want too. Do you want to?"

Sally felt Tommy rub his wet cock between her spread ass cheeks. His tip just pressing on her puckered hole. Did she want to stop? Was she ready for this? Greg had tried to convince her to have anal sex, but she said she wasn't ready. Was she ready now?

She took a deep breath. She could do this. They had promised to stop if she wanted them too. Sally closed her eyes and concentrated on Greg's cock inside her. She felt his hand move and then his thumb started to rub at her clit. She opened her eyes and stared at Renee. She looked down and saw Greg's mouth buried against Renee's cunt. His tongue flicking her.

"Tommy?" She called his name softly.

"Relax Sally. This is the best part." His voice whispered on her neck sending goose bumps down her body.

Tommy continued to rub his cock against her. Sally remembered how thick he was. Would he even fit in her?

"Greg? I don't think he'll fit."

Greg lifted his head from between Renee's thighs.

"Relax baby. Tommy knows what he's doing" He said and returned to eating out Renee.

Oh, well in that case.....

"Just breathe deep and push out when I tell you to. Okay." Tommy's voice said by her ear.

Sally tried to relax. Greg's stroking her clit had her cunt cream flowing over his cock. She felt Tommy's fingers on her pussy then sliding back to her ass. He was taking her juices and lubing up her ass. She felt Tommy's hands on her back, bending her forward toward Greg's chest. 

Tommy held her hips still as he positioned his cock at the puckered hole. He rubbed the tip against it. He pushed gently forward, watching as just the tip started to press into her.

"Okay Sally, push out now."

Sally did as she was told. She could feel the stretching and burning as Tommy penetrated inside her tight, virgin ass.

"Almost there." Tommy groaned.

Sally couldn't take anymore. The pain was slowly turning to pleasure. She needed to move. She needed to have both cocks deep inside her. Taking a deep breath again, she pushed back, taking Tommy's cock all the way up her ass.

They both cried out.

Tamdemly, they fucked her. Tommy withdrew while Greg plunged deep.

Sally lay against Greg's chest as they fucked her. Greg's face was still buried deep in Renee's cunt. Sally could smell the other woman's cream. She could feel Renee's hand in her hair. Stroking her. Comforting her. Sally lifted her head and began to lick her clit as Greg tongue-fucked her.

"God Sal, your pussy is so tight on my cock." Greg said, his voice muffled.

"She's so fucking tight. I'm not going to last long." Tommy added, his thrusts becoming faster. His fingers digging in to the flesh at her hips.

"Oh yes." Renee moaned, her hands going to her breasts and pulling hard on her nipples. 

Sally watched as she rocked her pussy over Greg's face. She took her clit into her mouth. Sucking hard on it.

"YES!" She cried out, arching her back and flooding Greg's face with her juices.

"FUCK!" Tommy cried out as he watched Renee come.

Greg looked up at Sally. 

"Come on baby. Now it's your turn."

With Tommy still buried in her ass, Greg rubbing her clit and fucking her pussy, Sally felt the tightening. The coiling that started deep in her belly and was quickly spreading. 

"Yeah. I can feel you baby. Your pussy is starting to clench on me." Greg said, his thumb rubbing faster.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Sally chanted as her orgasm built.

"YES!!!!" She cried out suddenly, her body tensing as she felt her pussy and ass clench on the two cocks buried deep inside her. 

"FUCK YES!" Tommy cried out, his cock stiffening and shooting its load deep inside her tight ass.

"BABY!" Greg shouted, his cock erupting deep inside her pussy, flooding it with his cum.

Sally fell onto Greg's chest. She felt his arms come around her holding her. His cock still jerking inside her. Tommy slid his cock from her ass and slid off the couch onto the floor. 

"God Sal..." Greg said between gasps of breath.

Sally rubbed her face on Greg's chest. She couldn't catch her breath. The feeling of having two cocks inside her, of licking and sucking on Renee's cunt, had her body shuddering.

"That was..." Tommy said panting, trying to find the right words.

Sally turned her head and saw Tommy and Renee lying on the floor. His hands lightly caressing Renee's pussy.

"Incredible?" Renee offered.

"Hot?" Sally added.

"Just the beginning" Greg finished. 

All four of them laughed as they agreed with Greg.

This was just the beginning.



Roommates Ch. 04



Going Professional 

'M4M. Generous men wanted. You host. Anything goes. Masculine athletic and naturally submissive but versatile. Shaved and ready.'

My cell phone rang and I quickly answered it. Twenty minutes later I was on my way to an upscale hotel on the beach. I had flunked out of Miami U and my parents had kicked me out of their house hoping it would straighten me out. I had been drunk all summer and working a part time job for spending money but when I was fired for being drunk at work they had enough. 

I had been fucking anything with a pulse but somehow managed to avoid an STD. I dated a few girls, mostly fatties, but fucked a few boys on the side until I got kicked out of my parents house. 

Without the cash for a security deposit I found myself sleeping in my car and showering at the beech. I had placed the ad on Craigslist and I was stunned at the response. 

My first customer was a fat married guy who wanted to suck my cock. I met him at an upscale hotel while his wife was at work. He invited me in quickly and locked the door behind me. 

"Can I see it," he asked excitedly wasting no time. He was short of breath and wide eyed as I quickly pulled my shorts down exposing my flaccid cock. 

He reached into his pants and handed me a crisp $100. Then he dropped to his knees and took my dick into his mouth. He knew his way around a cock and in no time I was hard as a rock. His hands caressed my balls, stroked my shaft and played with my ass as his head bobbed up and down on my stiff rod. He took my entire dick down his throat without the slightest gag as his finger tickled my anus. 

I came quickly from his very talented mouth and he swallowed my entire load. He then sat back with a proud expression on his face and looked up at me for approval. 

"I have been fantasizing about doing that for years," he said as he stood up and wiped saliva from his chin with the back of his hand.

"So you've never sucked a cock before?"

"No that was my first time. How did I do?" He asked. 

"You did fucking fantastic. I never cum that fast, you are a natural," I answered as I pulled up my shorts and walked toward the door. I was surprised how easy it had been to have sex for money. 

"Can I call you again," he asked hesitantly. 

"Of course," I replied. When he called a week later I had my first repeat customer. 

I met Marcus a month after I got settled into my apartment. He had connections and he got me into clubs where I could get clients who would spend more to do more. I had to suck his cock at first but he was a player and we quickly moved past a sexual relationship into a purely business one. 

Two months after I met Marcus I moved north to DC. I wasn't thrilled about leaving the warmth and comfort of Miami but Marcus said DC was where the real money was. He was right. I got cleaned up and spent money on nice clothes and an expensive haircut. I bought a decent car and found an apartment in an okay part of the city. 

Marcus hooked me up with a female manager who had connections with many of the DC elite and soon I was making $1,000 to $3,000 a night fucking and getting fucked by the closet queens of American politics. 

The strange thing was that while I was working as a gay prostitute, in my social life, which is admittedly slow, I was straight and I dated only women. I had found that because I had never been emotionally attracted to men but I did enjoy sex with them that it was easy to fuck men for money without any strings or emotional attachment.

Through my new manager, Susan, a lot of my clients were wealthy diplomats, high ranking government officials and high ranking military officers. They paid me to not only live out their fantasies but also to keep my mouth shut. 

The first time I spent a night with a client in DC it was with a married lobbyist. Susan sent me to the Mandarin Oriental. I was dressed in a custom made charcoal suit with Bruno Magli shoes and a Brooks Brothers shirt and tie. 

I left my clean but tired old '92 Mercedes 190 with the valet and called the room. I was surprisingly nervous when I knocked on the door. 

The client answered the door in a pair of black silk boxers and nothing else. He was a short well put together man in his mid 30s with a well defined mostly hairless body. He introduced himself as Chris as he walked over to the amour and pulled out a thick roll of money. He pealed off 15 $100 bills and handed them to me. 

"That's for the entire night," he said confidently. "What don't you do?" He asked as I tucked the money into my jacket pocket. 

"You have me for the night and I will do anything you want," I said softly as I looked into his soft brown eyes. 

"Good," he said, "get undressed." He moved toward me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pressed his lips against mine and I kissed him passionately. I still didn't enjoy the intimacy of kissing a man but I had learned to fake it very well. When a person was paying $1,500 for a night with me they deserved a boyfriend experience and that is what they got from me. 

I undressed as he watched and then stepped toward him wearing just an expensive pair of silk boxers. I leaned in and kissed him softly and whispered in his ear, "what do you like?"

His hands slid over my body as we kissed deeply. His cock grew hard and pressed against my body making my own dick grow stiff. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed deeply as we ground together like two teenagers experimenting in homoerotic lust. 

"I want to taste you," Chris said softly as he lowered himself to his knees. I looked down and watched as he buried his face in the crotch of my boxers and inhaled my essence. He kissed my cock through the thin silk and ran his tongue over my silk covered shaft soaking my boxers with his saliva. 

"Mmm," I moaned as he nuzzled my dick. Chris pulled my boxers down and freed my hard cock. He took it into his mouth and sucked me hard and wet. He took my dick down his throat and noisily slurped on my bulbous purple head making me moan with unadulterated pleasure. 

"Fuck me," Chris panted as he stood and kissed me deeply sharing the rich flavor of my precum with me. He led me into the bedroom of his suite and pulled his boxers off as he climbed onto the bed. 

I noticed a box of condoms and a tube of lubricant on the night stand. I joined Chris on the bed and lay beside him. Our lips met and we kissed deeply. Our tongues entwined as we ran our hands over each other. 

"Roll over," I whispered in his ear as I guided him onto his stomach. I kissed my way down his back and settled between his legs. My cock lay lewdly in the crack of his firm ass like a hot dog between a bun. I slid down and nuzzled my face into the crack of his ass. He smelled fresh and clean like soap and I parted his ass and ran my tongue from his taint to his tight sphincter making him moan and writhe with pleasure. I pushed my tongue inside him and tongue fucked him slowly as he ground his dick against the bed sheets. 

My fingers pushed inside him as I poured lube over his ass crack. I sank three fingers inside him and massaged his prostate as I prepared his ass for my cock. 

"God you are good," Chris moaned loudly as he bucked against my hand. I quickly rolled a condom onto my dick and lubed it up before rubbing it against his asshole. 

"Do you want it?" I teased. 

"Yes," Chris hissed as he looked back at me with pleading eyes. 

"Turn over," I directed and he rolled onto his back and pulled his legs back to his ears. 

I pushed my hard latex covered dick against his sphincter and with a slight pop it slid inside him. It sank deep inside her until my balls touched his ass. 

Chris' eyes rolled back and a lust filled gaze spread across his face as I started to fuck his ass. His breathing was ragged and I could tell he would cum quickly as my dick stroked his prostate. 

I fucked Chris with long slow strokes as he built toward a strong prostate climax. His body shook and cum poured down the side of his hard throbbing dick as he groaned with pleasure. 

Unlike me Chris didn't lose his hard on after his prostate climax and we got into 69 position after I pulled the condom off my dick. I took his cum coated cock into my mouth as he lay beneath me and sucked my dick. I came first and Chris swallowed my hot cum and then pumped a huge load of thick creamy semen into my mouth. His cum was slightly sweet and I moaned as I swallowed it all. 

Chris kissed me and spooned up behind me as we drifted off to sleep. 

I awoke with Chris' hard cock pressed against my ass. He had just awoke and he quickly coaxed me down between this legs. I sucked him for ten minutes before he rolled me onto my stomach and rolled a condom onto his dick. He lubed his cock and my ass and then sank his man meat into my asshole. 

Chris fucked me long and hard from behind. My dick grew painfully hard and I stroked it as he fucked me. I held myself on the edge until I knew he was ready to cum and I timed my climax so we came together. 

Chris showered and dressed for work as I swished some mouthwash and put on my clothes from the night before. He kissed me at the door and tucked $200 into my pants pocket. "I'll be back in town in a few weeks," he said between kisses, "will you be available?"

"Of course," I replied as I squeezed his cock through his boxers. 

I walked out the door with more cash in my pocket than I had ever had on me and I knew it was just the beginning. 

I set up an offshore account with help from Susan and within a year I had over $200,000 in the account. 

Word got around and my prices went up. I preferred one on one situation but I was open to group scenarios too. 

One night, two years after I arrived in DC, I was laying in my posh Georgetown apartment when Susan called. Money had been rolling in and I was sitting on more than $600,000 in my offshore account depite moving to Georgetown and buying a few expensive toys. 

"I've got a fun one that's right down your alley baby," she said playfully. Our relationship had evolved from purely business to a friendship of sorts and she knew all my foibles. Susan went on to tell me that she got a call from a middle age couple that wanted to experience a MMF threesome. The husband was bicurious and the wife was very interested in watching her husband's first time. "It pay's $3,000 and I am sure they will tip you well," Susan explained. 

Two hours later I pulled up to a huge home in Great Falls VA and pushed the buzzer on the gate at the end of the driveway. I told them Susan sent me and they quickly opened the big wrought iron security gate. I eased my 2006 Porsche 911 up the driveway and walked to the door. I was dressed casually in a dark pair of Diesel jeans and a cashmere sweater. 

An attractive but heavy woman in her mid forties answered the door. She was dressed casually sexy with a low cut sweater that displayed a perfect amount of cleavage and a short denim skirt that showed a pair of thick shapely legs with muscular calves. Her blonde hair was worn shoulder length and framed an extremely pretty round face. She had beautiful blue eyes that sat behind thin rimmed glasses, full lips and a warm pleasant yet slightly mischievous smile. 

"Hello," she said as she extended her hand, "you must be Steven. I'm Gwen. We are so glad you could come on such short notice. Won't you come in." She led me through a big two story foyer into a large sitting room filled with rich antique furniture. 

I nodded and took in my surroundings including Gwens full round ass. She looked to be about 5'7" tall and probably weighed 175lbs but it was well placed weight as she had huge breasts and a beautiful big round ass. I was hoping that she was planning on playing too because it had been a few weeks since I had hooked up with a woman and Gwen was just my type. 

"Have a seat," Gwen said as she sat down on a richly upholstered couch and patted the cushion beside her. "David will be down in a few minutes. He was still getting dressed when you arrived."

She seemed a little nervous which was certainly normal given the situation but she quickly loosened up as we chatted on the couch. Our conversation flowed easily without any uncomfortable moments of silence and when David came into the room Gwen and I looked like old friends. 

"Hi Steven," he said extending his hand as though he was meeting a business colleague and not a high priced male prostitute. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

I asked for a diet soda and he returned with my drink and two glasses of wine for him and Gwen. David sat down beside me and we all continued to talk about current events, their home and David's job in the private sector after 30 years in the military where he retired as a Colonel. 

David was about ten years older than Gwen but he was in great shape for 55 and still wore his grey hair high and tight military fashion. 

Our conversation had avoided the reason for my being there for the first 30 minutes or so but when we segwayed into an innuendo laced flirtatious topic Gwen excused herself and quickly returned with an envelope with money. She handed me the cash and I put it on the coffee table letting them know that even though I was there for money, it was secondary to their mutual enjoyment of the night. 

I turned to face David and placed my hand on his thigh, just above his knee. "What is your fantasy?" I asked as I looked into his steel blue eyes. 

Gwen leaned in behind me and wrapped her arm around my waist. Her lips grazed my neck and she kissed my ear as she whispered "we want to do it all." Her hand quickly found my cock and she started rubbing it through my jeans as she kissed and nibbled my neck. 

David watched his wife get my cock hard as he slid his pants and underwear off exposing a long uncut cock. "I want to watch you suck my cock," David panted. He wrapped his fist around his hard drooling dick and pointed it toward me. 

I leaned over and slid to the floor in front of David while Gwen quickly hiked her skirt up to her waist exposing her well groomed naked pussy. Her body was thick and curvy with a nice hourglass shape but a slightly protruding belly and a few rolls. I lowered my mouth onto David's cock and made a loud noisy show of slurping and sucking him as his precum tickled my tongue. His taste was bitter and briny but not unpleasant and I opened my throat and buried his long dick down my throat. 

"Fuck I love this," Gwen sighed as she watched me deep throat her husbands dick. 

I could hear the wet sounds of her fingers plunging into the depths of her soaking wet pussy. 

"You like that don't you baby," Gwen said loudly as she watched me suck her husband's uncut cock. "You love that a man is sucking your dick don't you?" She was loud and confident as she chided her husband. Until then it had appeared that David was the dominant partner but all was not as it seemed. 

"Yes," David moaned meekly. "I love it Gwen."

My head bobbed furiously over David's dick until his legs started to shake. He came hard and his thick cream filled my mouth. 

"Don't swallow it," Gwen pleaded. She pulled me to her and kissed me deeply. David's cum sloshed between us and ran from our mouths as our tongues slithered together in a wet sloppy snowball. 

David tugged at my belt and pulled my pants down to the floor exposing my tight silk bikini briefs. He buried his face in my crotch and licked my cock through the silk. He pulled my briefs aside and licked my smooth shaved balls as I slid lower on the couch. His tongue slid across my taint and lapped at my asshole as Gwen and I continued to kiss. 

"Suck his cock baby," she cooed between kisses. 

David pulled my underwear off and grabbed by throbbing dick with both hands. He noisily licked up the underside of my dick and slurped on my balls as he stroked my cock. 

Gwen and I continued to kiss. I pulled her sweater over her head exposing her big near perfect natural tits. I quickly released them from the confines of her red lace under wire bra and I gasped in awe of her big tits. 

"Do you like them?" She asked coyly and I nodded slowly. I kissed her deeply and then planted soft butterfly kisses across her neck and down her chest. I brought my hands up and felt the weight of her big firm tits. 

"Ohhh," Gwen sighed as I started to nibble and suck on her perfect tits. 

I continued to nibble, suck and lick her big breasts as my hands roamed over her body. My fingers slid between her thick thighs and glided over her smooth wet labia making her moan softly. I found her hard engorged clit and rubbed it making her shudder and shake. 

"Don't stop," Gwen panted. "I am almost there.". Her breathing was ragged and her legs trembled as my fingers rubbed her hard clit faster and faster until she exploded. Gwen cried out loudly as she came. She pulled my head away from her shaking tits and mashed her mouth against mine. Her tongue plunged deep into my mouth and we shared an incredible passionate kiss as her husband continued to play with my cock and balls. David took my cock down his throat and sucked hard. His hands expertly played with my balls and stroked my shaft bringing me to the brink of orgasm but never pushing me across the line. 

Gwen moved down between my splayed thighs and joined her husband. They took turns licking, sucking and stroking my cock for at least ten minutes. 

"Lie down baby," Gwen said to her husband. She guided him onto his back and straddled his face in the 69 position. "I want to feel our guest inside me while you lick my pussy."

I moved behind Gwen's big round ass and sank my cock bareback into her tight wet pussy. I started slowly with long steady strokes into her soaking wet gash as her husband tentatively licked her clit. 

Gwen came quickly as we double teamed her pussy. She cried out as she came and her big ass quivered enticingly while her cunt spasmed around my hard cock. 

David began to lick my smooth shaved balls while I fucked Gwen. He had a long tongue and he occasionally dipped it into my asshole when I slowed my pace. 

"Cum inside me lover," Gwen pleaded as I approached the point of no return. He big beautiful blue eyes looked back at me over her shoulder as she spoke. 

I pounded my cock into her liquid core and buried it balls deep when it started to spit. I came hard and cum spilled from her hole into David's waiting mouth when I pulled out. 

"That's it baby," she cooed as she watched her husband swallow my first load of cum. She lowered her well fucked pussy to his face and he obediently licked cum from her quim. 

We moved upstairs to their bedroom and climbed under the covers of the big king sized bed. Gwen turned on a exceptionally graphic porn where bisexual men and women fucked and sucked anyone and everyone like a roman orgy. 

Gwen lay between David and I. She stroked and squeezed our cocks and then moved down so her mouth was next to our semi-flaccid dicks. 

David rolled over to face me and pulled me close. He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me deeply as his wife took turns sucking both of our growing dicks. She got us both hard and then reached into the night stand for some lube. I assumed I would be on the receiving end as she lubed her husbands cock but instead she laid down on him reverse cowgirl and eased his dick into her big round ass. 

"Fuck me lover," she said to me as her eyes rolled back with the mix of pleasure and pain. I climbed between both their splayed legs and sank my throbbing hard cock into Gwen's wet pussy. I could feel David's cock rubbing against mine separated only by a thin membrane and the sensation was intense. 

I fucked Gwen with long slow strokes as she bounced on David's dick. Gwen came hard and David followed quickly there after as we double penetrated his wife. 




Roommates Ch. 04



They both climbed between my legs and finished me off with their hot wet mouths. I shot an enormous load of thick creamy cum into David's mouth and he kissed Gwen sharing my cum with his sexy wife. 

We drifted off to sleep naked in their bed. My mind was filled with vivid dreams of women and when I awoke I realized that I needed to make a change. 

David had to leave early for work while Gwen and I were asleep. I awoke to the delicious wet mouth on my morning hard on. 

"I hope you don't mind," she said playfully between licks of my stiff drooling cock. She sucked me hard and then straddled my dick and rode me hard. Her big tits bounced enticingly as she rode me hard and fast. 

Gwen rode my dick until her body shook with a strong climax. She then climbed off and knelt on all fours as I moved behind her big round ass. 

I fucked her doggy style hard and fast. 

"Harder," she begged as I slapped her ass. "Pull my hair."

I pounded my rod into her liquid core until her body started to shake again. My climax built to a fever pitch. 

"Cum inside me lover," she panted as I buried my dick deep inside her and filled her womb with hot cum. 

We collapsed on the bed and rested beside each other. 

"Do you want breakfast?" Gwen asked as she climbed out of bed. I watched her sexy curvaceous body glide across the room and I remembered why I love women. They are so much more sensuous than men. 

Gwen and I talked and ate a nice breakfast together. She told me that she and David had been married for 20 years but that they had both taken lovers for most of them. David, she said, was gay and had she had known for over ten years. The bicurious MMF story they had given Susan was part of a roll play and since she wanted to play too it helped insure that they didn't get a prostitute who was turned off by women. I assured Gwen that I was most definitely not turned off by her. "In fact," I said, "you are very much my type."

"My age doesn't bother you," she asked hesitantly. 

"Not at all," I reposnded honestly, "you are beautiful and sexy. You are the type of woman I want to settle down with someday."

"Huh," Gwen said softly, "a gay prostitute who wants to settle down with an older overweight woman. What would Freud say?"

"He'd say I have an Oedipus complex because my mommy breast fed me until I was seven," I teased. 

We moved upstairs after breakfast and fucked again.

I slid between Gwens strong thighs and lowered my face to her rich fragrant pussy. My fingers parted her lips and I licked the full length of her cunt as she let out a low gutteral moan. 

"Right there," Gwen sighed as my tongue flicked across her hard clit. 

I eased two fingers inside her and found her soft spongy gspot. My fingers rubber her gspot as I licked and sucked her hard clit. 

Gwen's legs started to tremble. "Faster," she moaned softly. 

I rubbed Gwen's gspot harder bringing her to a fevered pitch. My tongue flicked hard and fast across her engorged clit as her climax peaked. 

Gwen cried out loudly as she came and a flood of her juices poured from her throbbing cunt. 

My face was soaked when I slithered up Gwens body. I eased my cock into her and fucked her slowly as she panted fiercely. Her nails dug into my back as I thrust deep inside her hot wet pussy. 

"Fuck me lover," she moaned. 

I could tell that she was close to another climax. I leaned down and kissed her deeply as I pistoned my dick into her with short quick jabs followed by hard deep thrusts until Gwen's body shook with another strong climax. 

Gwen rolled on top of me and sat on my cock. She bounced hard on my pelvis as she clenched her pussy onto my cock. Her cunt milked my dick until I passed the point of no return. 

"Fill me up lover," Gwen moaned loudly. 

I groaned as I pumped copious amounts of hot cum into her womb. 

Gwen collapsed on top of me and kissed me deeply. Our tongues entwined and I wrapped my arms around her as my cock went soft inside her. 

We rested in bed for another hour. My cock was spent but I caressed her soft body and brought her to another climax with my fingers as we kissed like two hormone fueled teenagers. I loved the feel of her soft body. 

We climed out of bed and showered together before I got dressed and ready to leave. 

It was after noon when I stood at the door. Gwen handed me an envelope filled with money and then kissed me tenderly. "Thank you for an incredible morning," she said softly between kisses. "Can I call you again?" She asked. I knew what she meant and it awakened some long dormant emotions inside me. 

"You can call me any time," I replied as I wrapped my arms around her curvaceous body and kissed her again.

I gave Gwen my personal cell number and told her that I was free most afternoons. I knew we would spend more time together. I felt an odd happiness as I pulled away from the iron security gates.



Roommates Ch. 04



Jackson drove home in silence, but his brain was working overtime. The past forty-eight hours had taken him into an unexpected world that both excited him and scared the shit out of him at the same time. His ass hurt, but as he thought about why it hurt his cock began to stir. As he thought about Donald standing behind him, taking him in the shower as the water pelted them both, his cock stiffened uncomfortably in his pants. As he drove closer to his place, he slipped a hand down his pants and straightened out his cock and it immediately came to a full erection. He removed his hand from inside his pants and gently rubbed his crotch as he continued down the road. Would he tell Derek? Would Derek even be home? Maybe he'd be home and asleep. Jackson quickly checked the clock on the dash board and saw that it was approaching midnight. There was a chance he could quietly slip in and go straight to bed. Absentmindedly, his hand returned to rubbing his crotch. His hard cock felt good to his touch and he found himself alternately thinking of Derek's cock and Donald's cock. Before he knew it, he was home.

As quietly as possible, he slipped the key in the lock and opened the door. As he stepped through, he saw a dim light coming from Derek's room and he heard Derek call out, "It that you, roomie? You alone?" 

"Yes," Jackson responded; "I'm alone." He walked over to Derek's room and poked his head through the door and was momentarily startled to see Derek lying on his bed, naked, looking at his girly magazines, with a raging hard-on. 

Involuntarily, he licked his lips, a gesture that was not missed by Derek.

Derek smiled and reached down and grabbed is cock and waved it at Jackson, "Did you miss me?"

Jackson couldn't help but smile as he pushed through the door saying in a light-hearted manner, "Fuck you." His easy manner encouraged Derek.

"Aw, come on.... Kiss the baby," chided Derek as he continued to wave his cock in Jackson's direction.

Jackson sat on the bed next to Derek and grabbed the magazine out of his hands and started flipping through the pages, looking but not looking. Smiling, he glanced down at Derek's cock and then at Derek, who continued talking in a high pitched voice, pretending to be his cock speaking to Jackson, "Where have you been so late? Baby was beginning to think you don't like me. Don't you think I need a 'goodnight kiss' before I go to bed?"

Jackson dropped the magazine on the floor and hesitated only a moment before leaning down and taking Derek's cock into his mouth. Derek released his cock with a moan and Jackson grasped the hard cock with his hand and pushed his mouth down over the head. His fingers released the hot shaft and moved down to cup Derek's balls as he took more and more of Derek's cock into his mouth. Derek rested his hand on Jackson's head and moaned softly as Jackson sucked up and down on his pole. Jackson grabbed Derek's cock with his left hand and squeezed it gently while continuing to suck and slurp the head and shaft. His right hand caressed the supple balls, while the forefinger pushed its way between Derek's legs toward his asshole. 

"YES," cried Derek as he let his hand fall beside him while opening his legs farther apart, granting Jackson easier access to his hole. Jackson took advantage of the extra space and quickly his forefinger found its mark, wiggling into the tight spot. Derek pushed his ass toward Jackson's finger while alternately pushing his cock toward Jackson's mouth. A rhythm was quickly established as Derek fucked Jackson's mouth while Jackson's finger fucked Derek's ass. "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" Derek cried, warning Jackson. But Jackson wanted this moment. He increased his tempo as Derek continued his warnings. Soon Jackson felt Derek's cock expand, his balls tighten, and with a final push into Derek's ass, Derek's cock exploded into Jackson's hungry mouth. Jackson relished in receiving Derek's load as he felt Derek's dick pulse and release one, then two then three strong spurts of hot cum. He milked Derek's cock while fingering his hole until Derek pushed him away. "No more; no more. O shit; that was fucking fantastic. Damn man, you're a cock sucking monster!"

Jackson released Derek's cock and removed his finger and leaned back, watching his roommate pant and regain composure. His own cock was throbbing in his pants, and he knew just where he wanted to put it. He thought of Donald taking him, and he remembered that Derek had a dildo and a vibrator in his drawer. Tonight, he would fuck Derek's ass like there was no tomorrow. 

While Derek composed himself, Jackson stood and removed his shirt. Next, he undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor. His underwear followed and in moments, he was naked, his hard cock pointing out proudly. He grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times as he walked to the side table, where a tube of lube sat. Derek continued to breathe heavily, recovering from his orgasm, but watched his roommate move about. Jackson grabbed the lube, looked at Derek and said, "Roll over."

Derek's eyes opened wide. "Are you going to fuck me?"

Jackson smile, "Roll over and stick that cherry ass up in the air"

Obediently, Derek rolled over and tucked his knees up under him and stuck his ass up in the air, resting his head on his pillow. He reached around and grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing his brown hole to his roommate. Jackson climbed on the bed behind Derek and opened the lube and drizzled a liberal amount on his cock and on Derek's ass. Tossing the lube aside, he began with a finger, probing the hole before him. Derek sighed. Positioning his cock toward the target, Jackson moved in until his cock came in contact with Derek's ass. He ran the tip of his dick up and down the crack as Derek continued to moan in a whisper, "Fuck me, dude. Fuck my ass." 

As if on command, Jackson pressed his dick against the hole and slowly pushed his cock. Reluctantly, Derek's ass began opening to receive Jackson's cock. Jackson grunted as his cock slid into the tight hole until his hips rested against Derek's ass cheeks. "Oh fuck," Derek cried; "Oh fuck, that hurts so good!" He pushed himself back toward Jackson loving the feeling of his roommate filling his ass. Jackson paused for a moment, feeling his cock throb as Derek's ass clasped it tightly. He knew he wasn't going to last very long, so he wanted to enjoy every moment. Slowly, he began to withdraw his dick, pulling out until just his tip was buried, and he drove hard back in until his hips slapped Derek's ass. "YES!" cried Derek, "AGAIN." Jackson complied and slowly withdrew again, only to ram his cock back inside Derek's hot little ass.

Derek met each thrust with a groan of delight as Jackson pounded his ass. After a few minutes, Jackson began feeling that familiar sensation growing in his cock, telling him he was about to cum. He increased his tempo, thrusting harder and harder as Derek moaned and encouraged him on. He felt his cock began to expand and his balls tighten, and with one last mighty thrust, he pushed himself into Derek and his cock exploded. He pumped his cum into Derek's ass with several more thrusts and Derek met each one with enthusiasm. Reluctantly, Jackson withdrew his cock, slapped Derek playfully on the ass and got off the bed. Derek remained in position, with his ass in the air and watched his roommate gather his clothes and head to the shower. Jackson looked back and smiled at him, "See you in the morning, roomie." Derek smiled back and only nodded.

Jackson lay in his bed reviewing his evening. Donald was amazing. Derek was fun. Though he was exhausted, emotionally and physically, he could not deny enjoying this new aspect of his sexuality. He moved his hand toward his cock and begin lightly fondling it, enjoying the feeling both in his hand and on his dick. It was a little soar, as was his ass. He smiled to himself and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of hard cocks and tight asses.

The next thing Jackson knew he was having a wonderful dream in which he was making passionate love to his girlfriend. It all seemed so real as he felt her mouth on his hard cock. She never let him cum in her mouth, so when he got closer, he said "I'm going to blow!" It was then he began to transition from dreaming to consciousness and realized that his cock wasn't in his girlfriend's mouth, but in Derek's! He felt is body tense then he rammed his cock into Derek's mouth and filled it with is cum. Derek took it all in eagerly, milking and sucking Jackson's cock until it began to soften. "Damn, boy; what a great way to be awakened in the morning." 

Derek smiled. "I've wanted to do that for a long time." An hour earlier, Derek had awakened and decided that this would be the day he fulfilled one of his fantasies.... He entered Jackson's room and found him sleeping soundly. Gently, he pulled back the covers exposing Jackson's hard body. He was delighted to see that Jackson was sleeping in the buff. By the soft light of the early morning, Derek gently began gently caressing the flacid cock watching as Jackson came to a full erection. He let his fingers lightly dance along the shaft down to the balls enjoying himself fully. Finally, he leaned closer and took a long, slow lick from the base to the tip of Jackson's cock. When a drip of precum oozed out of the tip, he gently covered the slit with his mouth and sucked out the human nectar. Jackson moaned but did not awaken. 

Derek lifted his roommate's cock and pointed it at his mouth. He closed his eyes and lowered his mouth over hard dick and began sucking as he slowly moved his hand up and down the length of Jackson's shaft. He wondered if Jackson were dreaming as subtle moans escaped his lips. Derek took his time, exploring each area of Jackson's cock, the helmet, the soft ridge and the smooth long shaft. As he sucked and licked his friend's dick, he thought back over the last two days... was it just the night before last that he had put his plan into action? He was somewhat surprised at how willingly Jackson had been last night to suck his cock, and totally shocked at the iniation Jackson took when he fucked Derek's ass. He had deliberately woken up early yesterday morning so as not to have to talk to Jackson after the previous evening's activities, but when it was approaching midnight and Jackson hadn't returned, he feared the worst. The sound of the key in the door caused him to sigh....

Jackson's stirring brought him back around to the present as he felt Jackson's hand upon his head. He quickened his pace and began sucking and jacking Jackson's cock knowing he had to be close to cumming. He heard him cry out, "I'm going to blow!" Then the first load of cum filled his mouth, then the second, as he greedily sucked and milked his friend's cock dry as Jackson commented on how nice it was to wake up with his dick in someone's mouth. He noted the contented look on Jackson's face and leaned back on the bed.

"So, Roomie, where did you go last night after work? I was starting to get worried I'd scared you off."

Jackson smiled to himself. He had been deliberating on how much to tell Derek about the previous evening. His ass still hurt a bit, but thinking about it was making his cock stir..."A guy I work with invited me for to his house for a drink after work and I went. We ended up talking most of the night, tossing an easy dinner together with leftovers from his fridge." Jackson hoped that would be the end of the conversation, but Derek continued.

"Really? And what did you talk about?" Derek probed, sensing that there was more to the story than Jackson was letting on. Jackson's whole manner last night suggested more. The relaxed way he had sat on the bed, casually flipping through the magazine and his quick response in sucking Derek's dick suggested to Derek that Jackson's evening had been eventful. Now, he wanted to know about those events. After some gentle coaxing, Jackson began to recount his troubled day and Don's awareness of his plight. He told him about the scotch, the Jacuzzi (including the intentional jet pointed right at his cock). Derek made a comment about wanting to sit in that spot, but Jackson let it pass without comment. He went on to talk about the shower and the bed afterward. As he told his story to his roommate, Jackson noticed Derek's hand disappear into his boxers. He thought it was an absentminded gesture in response to Jackson's story. It was not. Derek was a bit of a voyeur and was getting more turned on by the fact that he was masturbating in front of his roommate than he was in hearing what happened to Jackson the night before.

Jackson was only mildly distracted by his roommate's hand, but clearly Derek had gone from lightly caressing his cock to jacking off. As he finished up his description of the previous evening, Derek pulled his cock out in the open and moved his hand deliberately up and down his shaft as Jackson watched. "I've always wanted to take a shower with you, Rommie," Derek said. "What do you say?"

Jackson smiled and said, "Let's." He got off his bed and headed toward the bathroom. Derek followed, never releasing his cock. Without further comment, Jackson turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, watching his roommate slowly masturbate. It was a familiar and unfamiliar all at the same time. Jackson had jacked off many times, but had never watched anyone else do it. He was intrigued by the way Derek used his forefinger to smear the precum on the head, something he would try the next time he jacked off. 

Once the temperature was just right, Jackson climbed in and let the water flow over his head, face and chest. He waited, but not for long. Soon he felt Derek's body lightly pressing against his. He prepared himself for Derek's cock in his ass, but Derek was in no hurry. He had waited a long time for this and was in no hurry. Jackson felt Derek's cock pressing against his ass cheeks like a hotdog in a bun. Then Derek's right hand reached around and started gently caressing Jackson's nipples. The sensation sent electricity through his body. At that moment, Derek's left hand came around and lightly caressed Jackson's stomach, slowly drifting down to his cock. Jackson inhaled quickly at Derek's hand came in contact with his cock, but rather than grab it, like Don had done, Derek slowly brushed the length down to his balls and then back to the tip over and over again. A guttural moan escaped Jackson's lips as he gently leaned back against his roommate.

Derek leaned in and began to lightly kiss Jackson's neck. Jackson was initially startled. Up to this point, it had been just sex. This was sensual. It was a line he wasn't sure he wanted to cross, but the combination of Derek's hands brushing his cock and caressing his nipples melted his resolve and he gave himself fully to his roommate. Sensing the shift in his roommate's resolve, Derek continued kissing and licking Jackson's neck while opening his right hand and cupping Jackson's balls. He rubbed down between Jackson's legs as he tweaked Jackson's nipples with his other hand. Jackson continued to moan softly.

Derek stepped back and turned Jackson around and leaned in and lightly kissed him on the lips. Seeing no resistance, Derek pulled Jackson to himself letting their cock's mash together, sliding his hands down to Jackson's ass cheeks. He kissing him deeply as their bodies grinded together. Jackson abandoned himself to the moment, never realizing how alive his body could be. Derek's finger gently found and probed Jackson's ass as they kissed. Derek pulled away, looked into Jackson's eyes and said, "I want to fuck you." He punctuated his comment by inserting his finger farther into Jackson's asshole. Jackson felt his knees weaken.

He turned around facing the wall of the shower and spread his legs. He reached around, feeling for Derek's cock, and pulled Derek closer. Derek grabbed the soap and lathered up Jackson's ass using his fingers -- first one, then two. Jackson wiggled his ass against Derek's fingers, enjoying this much more than he had the night before. Derek removed his fingers and placed the tip of his cock against Jackson's hole, and pressed ever so slightly, just letting Jackson know what was coming. Derek whispered into Jackson's ear, "Here it comes, my love, nice and easy." True to his word, Derek slowly penetrated Jackson's ass while reaching around and tweaking Jackson's nipples. Derek eased his cock past the restricting muscles as Jackson relaxed, allowing the penetration. 

"Oh fuck!" Jackson said, as he felt Derek's cock enter his ass. Instinctively, he pressed back against Derek's cock allowing his roommate's cock to fill his ass. The feeling was exquisite. Not at all like the night before. Jackson felt like his own cock had never been harder, never more ready to explode. As if on cue, Derek's hand dropped to Jackson's cock as he pulled out and pushed in again slowly and gently. He had just grabbed Jackson's cock and started stroking it when Jackson clamped his ass around Derek's cock and his own cock began to erupt. "Oh Shit!" Jackson cried as he bucked against Derek's cock. Derek knew Jackson was cumming so he quickened his pace and soon was pumping his own cum deep into Jackson's ass. 

Jackson pushed Derek's hand away from his cock and heaved deep breaths has he tried to regain himself. He could feel Derek's cock expanding and contracting so he squeezed his ass muscles tighter, milking Derek's cock as he finished his orgasm. Derek leaned against his roommate, letting the water cascade over the two of them for several minutes before reluctantly withdrawing his cock from Jackson's ass. He grabbed the soap and gently washed Jackson's ass and his own cock. They rinsed off and got out of the shower. Jackson said, "I never knew my body could be so alive."

Derek responded with a smile. "When do I get to meet Don?"



Roommates Ch. 04



Sorry about the long wait! I had finals etc, but now summer is, finally, here! This is Chapter 04! Thank you everyone from your kind words and helpful feedback!

Enjoy!

-Aeli

***

It was easy to pretend to be too hungover for morning sex with Elliot. But he was so damn sweet that he brought me breakfast in bed. As I nibbled on some toast I realized that I was indeed very hung over. I drank as much orange juice as I could. I wasn't still drunk but my head was definitely still swimming. In the daylight, the actions of the night before seemed ludicrous. It seemed like I was someone else. I was possessed by some other woman who was selfish and reckless. Slowly, the guilt began to creep in. I had just had sex with another guy while on vacation with my boyfriend. I had just had sex with another guy in my boyfriend's parents summer home, with my boyfriend sleeping in the next room. I felt my eyes begin to brim with tears. I buried my head in my pillow. I had no idea how I was going to tell Elliot. I knew that I had to tell him, but I really didn't want to. A small part of me wondered how long I could get away with keeping it a secret. I dried my eyes. I finished the rest of my toast and tired to push the events from last night out of my head.

Elliot had packed up the car to go back to the city. I got dressed and went out to the driveway to see Alex sitting in the back seat. Patricia was in the front. 

"What's up?" I asked. Patricia rolled down her window.

"I'm not talking to him," Patricia said. I looked over at Elliot.

"She wants to be navigator back to the city," he explained, "I figured you'd want to rest since you didn't feel good this morning. And," he whispered, "it sounds like they had quite the blow out last night. It's gonna be better for everyone if they're separated, okay babe?" He kissed me on the forehead. I looked at Alex who was slumped in the backseat. He was in a pair of shorts, a tank top and sunglasses. His arms looked amazing as he relaxed his head back into his hands. He peered at me over the top of his sunglasses. I quickly glanced back, but I refused to really look at him. I got into one side of the backseat and put my bag between us. I curled up against my side of the backseat and closed my eyes. 

Try as I might, I couldn't sleep. I just did my best to keep my body away from Alex's. I had a glue my eyes shut as I heard snatches of boring conversation between Elliot and Patricia as they tried to make small talk. They talked about Game of Thrones, the weather and vegans vs vegetarians. When they moved into the definition of gluten, I cracked my eyes open and mapped how long we had left on my iPhone. 45 minutes. Thank God. 

When the car arrived in Manhattan, I occasionally opened my eyes and counted the streets as we got closer to the apartment. When we finally pulled up to the apartment, I grabbed my bag and hopped out of the car. The sunlight was brutal. Thankfully Elliot grabbed my bag from me and took it up to my room. Patricia was sulking in the front seat, glued to her phone, while Alex threw her stuff out of the trunk of the car and onto the curb. I kept my gaze down, barreled past them and followed Elliot upstairs.

"Elliot?" I yelled after him.

"In here," he yelled from my room. I went into my room to see everything unpacked and set up for me. There was even a glass of water and Advil on my nightstand. "Do you need a bucket? It's ok if you do, that was a long car ride."

"No, that's ok. Thank you," I responded. He held me sweetly in his arms and kissed my forehead.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" he asked.

"No. I'm gonna be cranky all day while I nurse this hangover," I said. I couldn't quite look at his face. I buried myself in the crook of his neck. I hated how comforting he was.

"Ok. Call me in a few hours," he said as he nuzzled my hair, "I want to make sure you're ok. Alright?"

"Yes." I smiled weakly.

"You promise?" he asked.

"Yes." He insisted on tucking me into bed and then he left. Once he left, I felt like I could finally breath deeply again. I let myself settle into my bed and relax. 

However, the moment I did, my mind began to boil over. The events from last night raced through my head. As I shifted around in my bed, I could feel the marks Alex left on my body. My hips were sore and my abs hurt. I swear that I could still smell him on me. Just the memory of him was making me wet. I shifted uncomfortably under my sheets. I hated how hot the memory of last night was getting me. I tried to push it out of my mind and focus on sleeping instead. 

I had just begun to close my eyes when I heard a knock on my door. I ignored it. I was in no mood to deal with Alex.

"Erica? It's Alex."

"I know." He opened the door. "I didn't say to come in."

"We have to talk," he said as he settled against my door frame.

"I can't right now," I said trying to shut him down.

"Yes, you can," he insisted.

"I'm tired and confused and hungover. No talking." I rolled deeper into my covers.

"Erica, I want to apologize for being an asshole this weekend. You were right."

"Thank you. Now leave me alone." I heard Alex sigh. The floor creaked as he began to leave, then,

"I meant it," he stated.

"Meant what?" I asked.

"What I said last night." I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Instantly, my defenses went up. 

"What? That I was finally hot enough for you to want to fuck because I was drunk and wearing slutty clothes?" 

"No, that's not it Erica, I-" he started but I kept going. 

"Yes it is," I interrupted, "Point taken. Fuck you too Alex," I spat.

"Is that what you think of me, Erica?" he asked, obviously hurt. He face began to grow distant and cold. I felt myself begin to soften. I knew I had to be the one to put a bow on the situation. I had to be the one to make it better.

"Listen, I was drunk and you were drunk and angry and," I started.

"And?" he asked, his eyes were steady, refusing to give me any hint of what he was thinking.

"And it was a mistake. Friends accidentally have sex all the time," I finished.

"Friends don't accidentally fuck the way we did." His face broke into a slight smile. His eyes seemed to focus on something far away as he remembered the events of last night.

"No, Alex," I said, firmly, pulling him out of his day dream, "I'd rather we just forget about what happened and move on. Okay?"

"Forget about it?" he repeated, confused.

"Yes," I stated, "What else can we do?" He started at me for a moment. Considering me. 

"We could keep doing what we did last night," he suggested, "We could start in your room, in my room, the kitchen," he teased. He dug his thumbs into the waist of his shorts, showing off his lower abs. 

"Alex, I don-" I tried to interrupt him, but got lost imagining his body against mine. He eased himself off the door frame and he settled on the edge of my bed. He quickly found my foot and slowly began to trace his fingers up my leg. The heat still between us was palpable. I was quickly falling into the fantasy. 

"The bathroom, the living room, the hallway," he continued, holding my eyes with his as his hand reached my thigh. He paused and just studied me for a second, trying to read my face. Then he continued, nonchalantly, "No strings attached, Erica. No pressure. We can still be friends, just friends with-" 

"Benefits?" I finished. 

"Exactly," he smiled. Suddenly, I felt my anger rush in and topple all my other senses.

"No!" I yelled, as I kicked his hand off me, "No, I won't-I can't-I'm not," I fumbled to find the words, "I have someone Alex," I said firmly, "and I'm not going to jeopardize that."

"Anymore than you already have?" Alex replied flippantly as he got off my bed. 

"Please Alex. Please," I begged, "We made a mistake. Let's just forget about it." He refused to look at me as he rested, once more, against my doorway.

"Sure," he mumbled, "I can forget. Easy." With that he left, firmly closing my door behind him. I turned back over into my bed and closed my eyes until, finally, I slept.

***

"So you and Alex are..." I probed.

"Back together," Patricia continued, finishing my sentence for me. We were standing outside my building. Both of our bags were full of new pages from one of our artists. I had offered to work at her place, or to stay in the office, but she insisted on coming over. The office was a nightmare right now, her place was cramped and messy, so my place was the only option.

It had been a week since the madness of the Hamptons. I was still torn up about it and it killed me that I couldn't confide in Patricia. I had been avoiding Elliot by throwing myself into my work. I had been treating Alex like he had the plague. I hadn't even really talked to Patricia until she cornered me in the office and insisted on a girls/work night.

"Well, Alex isn't here. He's at work or at least he is supposed to be," I said as I opened the door. We settled inside in the living room and spread the pages out on the floor. By the time they were all laid out, I could barely see the floor anymore. This was going to be a long night. 

"That's ok," she smiled, "I've seen him a lot this week. He has more than made up for being an asshole," she continued suggestively. 

"That's good," I said, quickly, hoping not to stay on that topic for too long.

"How are things with you and prince charming?" she asked.

"Elliot? Things...could-are...going along just fine," I struggled. I tried to sound positive, but I was a terrible liar.

"What's going on?" she asked. I shook my head. "Trouble in the bedroom?" she tried. 

"No, its nothing. I'm just so busy at work that I don't get to see him all that much," I answered, hoping that would get her off the topic. Suddenly, heard keys in the door. Alex was back from work early. 

"Hello?" I asked, vainly hoping that it could possibly be someone else.

"It's me," he answered.

"Patricia and I are working in the living room. There are prints everywhere. Be careful," I relayed the information coldly and succinctly. After our talk a week ago, Alex had been annoyingly mean and snarky. Anytime Elliot was brought up, he became downright unmanageable. 

Alex carefully entered the living room, sticking to the sides to avoid walking on the prints. Patricia jumped up and hopscotched over to him. I quickly glanced over to see her playfully pin him against the wall and pull him in for a kiss. She had her arms around his neck and his arms were around her waist. She broke the kiss and leaned in to whisper something in his ear that made him smile. I felt myself being to bristle and my glance turned into a stare. He pulled her back in for a kiss. I saw her melt in his arms. Suddenly, Alex caught my stare. My cheeks began to flush with both embarrassment and anger. He just locked his eyes with mine and pulled Patricia closer to him. As he stared at me, his hands began to grope her body and he kissed her deeply. I heard a small moan from Patricia. The message was clear, even though he was kissing her, he was imagining me. Finally, Patricia pushed him off of her.

"Oh my God, Alex," she said, trying to catch her breath, "That was quite a hello," she breathed. He quickly looked back at her and smiled. 

"I missed you." He playfully smacked her ass as he went to his room to put his bag down. Patricia stared after him, still dazed and incredibly turned on. I looked back down to my work. It was clutched in my hands. Surprised, I let it go and began to smooth the pages. I let my hair fall in my face to cover my expression. I was jealous. I was insanely jealous. I wanted to tear her off of him. Flustered, I got up and mumbled something about getting water before I scurried into the kitchen.

I grabbed a glass and turned on the sink. For a moment, I just watched the water run. I felt my heart began to slow down and my anger begin to settle. What was that? I filled my glass and turned off the water. I began to head back to the living room when I heard Patricia's giggles. I peered out from the kitchen to see the two of them intertwined on the sofa. He had changed out of his work clothes and was in shorts and t-shirt. He was whispering something in her ear that was making her laugh. He had his hands on her perfect thighs and her hands were under his shirt.

I turned back around and sat, looking out the window, in the kitchen. I slowly sipped my water and just let myself breathe. My blood was boiling. I said no to Alex. I didn't want that. I didn't want him. That was what I had been telling myself. That was what was comforting me. I began to plot the fastest way for me get back to my room. Or if I could find a reason to step out for a bit. But then, I began to plan what I was going to say or, better yet, yell, to get them out of the living room. 

As I rehearsed the ways I was going to verbally tear into Alex, I finished my water and began to rinse out the glass. I heard a knock. I turned. It was Alex, he was shirtless now. I hated how good he looked without his shirt. I turned back to the sink, refusing to look at him.

"You ok in here?" he asked. He sounded smug. He knew that he had gotten to me.

"I'm fine," I mumbled. "Just taking a break." I started to wash whatever there was in the sink. Anything not to look at him. 

"To do the dishes?" he asked, "I know how much you hate doing dishes. Is this project really that hard?" he teased. I was silent. I just stayed with the dishes in the sink. He began to root around the kitchen. In the cramped space he had to reach around me a few times. He took every opportunity to assert his presence. I slid around to avoid contact. 

"What are you looking for?" I asked sternly. I turned and looked him in the face, refusing to let my eyes drift lower. He stepped closer to me.

"Wine opener," he answered, "I think it's here," he said as he reached past my hips and grabbed the drawer behind me. He pulled it, forcing me forward against him. I stayed with his face and he stayed with mine. Even if I wasn't looking at his body, I could feel it. His skin felt hot and soft against mine. He smelled amazingly masculine. As his hand felt through the drawer behind me, I began to breathe heavier. I tried to lean away, but there was nowhere to go. I didn't know how much more I could take. "Found it," he whispered as he produced the wine opener from behind me. I quickly closed the drawer, turned around and pulled away from him. As I turned, my ass brushed over his crotch. I felt his stiff cock. Before he could say anything I said,

"Be sure to bring me any dishes that are in your room." I plunged my hands back into the soapy water.

"Sure," he said as he turned and left. I was so horny I could barely stand still. And worse, I had suckered myself into doing all the dishes in the apartment. I hated him for getting me so wound up. I hated that I let him get me so wound up. As I scrubbed a pot something else came to me. If he had this effect on me, I'm sure I had the same effect on him. I smiled. He had picked the wrong girl to mess with. If he was going tease me, then I was going to torture him.

***

After a few more days of being busy, I had finished all of my work for the week. I couldn't avoid Elliot much longer. So, when he called and invited me over for dinner at his place I had to say yes. I knew that I had to look great for Elliot. After days of wrestling with what happened, I decided not to tell him about the Hamptons. There was no reason to ruin hour relationship just yet. I spent most of the evening convincing myself that it was going to fine. As I got dressed I changed underwear, dresses and shoes a least 15 times. No matter what I put on I hated it. Then, I got an idea. I could ask Alex for his opinion.

"No, Erica don't do that," I whispered quietly to myself. That only made the impulse to do it even stronger. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. Then, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I stopped. I looked incredible. I never really imagined myself as a sexual being, but I really looked like one now. I was standing in matching black lace panties and bra. I still had my heels on from trying find a dress that matched. My make up was done and my hair looked amazing. I turned around, checking myself out from all angles. Something deep inside me began to egg me on. I ran my hands over my body as I turned in the mirror. Who was this woman? 

She was sexy and seductive and getting very horny at the thought of a man admiring her. Especially the man that was only a room away. I felt a smile curl across my lips thinking about the expression on Alex's face if he could see me now. Suddenly I stopped. I wasn't a girl who got off on what men thought of her body. I was demure and sweet and something to be won; not an attention whore. But still, a male opinion on a dress could be useful. I looked at my three options and grabbed the first one my gut reacted to. It was a short, tight green one that showed off my curves, but it was fashionable enough not to be slutty. I slipped it on. As a struggled with the zipper up the back I found a compromise. My good side needed to ignore Alex, my naughty side needed payback and I needed someone to zip up the back of my dress. I cracked my door open.

"Alex!" I yelled.

"Yeah," I heard him reply from his room.

"I need some help, can you come here?" I asked innocently enough. I waited. I heard him shuffle out of his room.

"Can I come in?" he asked as he stood at the threshold of my doorway.

"Of course," I answered. There was an inviting smile in my voice. As he pressed my door open I heard his breath catch slightly. I knew why. I was standing there, all done up, with the back of my dress wide open. "Could you zip me up?" I asked as I looked back over my shoulder at him. He was slack jawed in shock. His eyes were racing over my body. He swallowed, hard, then,

"Yeah, I can do that," he whispered as he got closer to me. I pulled my hair to one side. I felt him run his fingers up my back. His touch seemed involuntary, unconscious, almost like he couldn't help himself. It made me shiver.

"Zipper please," I whispered. He stepped even closer me and delicately pulled the zipper up the back of my dress. I let my hair go and cascade down my back when he was done.

"Thank you," I whispered as I turned around to face him. He looked like a man in pain.

"Where are you going in that dress?" he asked. I turned and began to pack up my purse, making sure he got a good view of my ass as I bent over to grab my wallet.

"To see Elliot," I answered, "He's making me dinner. Isn't that sweet?" I teased. I saw his nostrils flare slightly. He shifted his weight, obviously uncomfortable.

"Yeah. Sweet," he mumbled. As I got my things together, I occasionally glanced back at him, only to see him staring me down. I smiled sweetly.

"What?" I asked, "Don't you like my dress?" I asked as I turned around, putting myself on display for him. He shrugged. I saw him trying to keep his cool, but his eyes gave him away. He couldn't stop looking at me. I felt my confidence spike. "Sometimes my tits get smashed in this thing," I mused, playing dumb, "How about now?" I bit my lip as I ran my hands up my hips to my tits and pushed them together and up. That got his attention. 

"Holy shit," he whispered, almost inaudibly.

"What?" I asked, hoping to prolong his frustration.

"You look great," he choked out, "Elliot is one lucky bastard," he finished. I let out an uncharacteristically girlish giggle as a sauntered past him and out the door. I felt his eyes on me as I left. I relished the feeling. By the time I made it down to the subway I was ready to fuck someone's brains out.

***

As I got out of the subway I was incredibly nervous. It was the first time I had really been alone with Elliot since the Hamptons. I walked in and his doorman greeted me. I told him that I who I was there for, I signed in and headed up to Elliot's apartment. 




Roommates Ch. 04



As I rode the elevator I checked out my reflection in the mirror. But the longer I stared in the mirror, the more I felt like an impostor. Like I was trying really hard to be something I wasn't. The elevator stopped. I shook those thoughts away and I thought about the task at hand. I was here to patch things up with my boyfriend. My boyfriend who had no idea that we having any trouble.

The hallway was painfully chic. There were marble floors, simple chandeliers and everything was washed in a contemporary gray scale. When I got to his unit, I knocked. He opened the door. He was in jeans and button down. He had on an apron. His sleeves were rolled up, showing off his forearms. He had a sizzling pan in his hand. He quickly kissed me as he let me in.

"Hey babe," he said. He smiled, leaned in and gave me a more passionate kiss on the lips, "I'm almost done, make yourself comfortable." He hurried back to the kitchen. As I hung my bag in the closet, I felt something bump my leg. I looked down only to see Martha, Elliot's black lab, sitting, tail wagging, waiting for me to pet her.

"Hey puppy," I cooed. She pushed her head against me so that I could scratch behind her ears. Then she rolled over so I could get her belly.

"She really likes you," Elliot yelled from the kitchen, "She usually hides in my bedroom until people leave. She's almost like a cat. She's a really shy old girl."

"That's ok," I yelled back. I found comfort in dealing with Martha instead of Elliot. I was on the ground rubbing her belly. She planted kisses on my arms. "Who's the cutest? You are," I cooed.

"Martha!" Elliot yelled, "Leave Erica alone." After hearing her master's voice, Martha shot up and trotted into the kitchen. I, shyly, followed. The entryway lead to one of them most beautiful kitchens I had seen. Everything was stainless steel and granite. It was open, with an island in the middle. Elliot had pulled his apron off. He looked amazing. He jeans seemed to be tailored to his body. His button up was impeccably pressed and clean for a man who had just cooked a meal. It was unbuttoned just enough to show off the top of his chest. He knelt down and pet Martha's head in that way that only guys pet dogs. "You gonna be a good girl?" he asked Martha, "Oh, you're gonna be a good girl. Ok, go lie down." He pointed for her to go towards his bedroom. 

She quickly obeyed. "She's gonna bury herself in my bed," he mumbled as Martha trotted away. "She has her own bed but, apparently mine is more comfortable," he smiled. I smiled back nervously. "Come here you," he whispered seductively. I carefully walked over, still incredibly nervous. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled his hips into mine. "Long time no see stranger," he whispered as he kissed my cheek, "You look incredible," he said as he slowly pressed me against the counter and pulled me in for a deep kiss. When his lips met mine, I felt my nerves fall away. One thing he could do really well was kiss. He stared off sweetly but soon he began to rub his tongue against mine, slowly, easing my tongue out of my mouth. I grabbed his hands and brought his hands to my my ass.

"We should get to dinner before it gets cold," he whispered. I smiled back at him and slowly eased myself out of his arms. I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way to the dining room. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked, from the kitchen. 

"A glass of white, is that ok?" I asked.

"Sure," he responded. His apartment was one of the most beautiful I had ever seen. The living room and dining room had floor to ceiling walls offering views of the river and the bottom of Manhattan. He had the dining room completely set up in candlelight. The dinner set for us looked incredible. 

"Are you sure you made this?" I asked, "You didn't order in and just put it in fancy plates?"

"No, I made it myself," he said, as he emerged from the kitchen carrying a bottle and a bucket of ice. He began to pour me a glass. He pulled out a chair for me, "Sit," he offered. I did. He sat across from me. "I missed you babe," he smile, "you've been a little distant, and its been driving me crazy not seeing you this week," he continued. 

"I've had work," I mumbled, "I've missed you too," I answered. I took my first bite of the meal, of course, it was incredible.

After dinner we ended up on his couch. It was easily the size of my bed. I was curled up next him as we sipped on a port wine. As we made small talk I watched his mouth. I wanted him to kiss me, but it felt like I had to go through a few more levels of small talk until he would let me. I began to get frustrated. Suddenly, I grabbed his face and kissed him like I was hungry for his mouth. I dug my hands in his hair as I straddled him. As we made out, I began to grind my hips into his. I was horny from having teased Alex, from having Elliot make me dinner and from wearing a dress that I knew made me look amazing. He reached under my dress and pulled down my panties. I got up and let them fall to the floor. He carefully guided me next to him on the sofa. He spread me wide open and shoved his fingers inside of me. I yelped in pain.

"What?" he whispered.

"It's ok. It's just," I trailed off. I saw him looking up at me. He looked so eager and ready to please. I grabbed his hand, took his fingers in mine and, slowly, led him inside me. His large fingers easily hit every spot inside in my pussy, it made me wonder why it was so hard to do in the first place. I began to move his fingers in and out of me. It felt so good, my hips began to move. I heard his breath hitch, obviously aroused, as he watched me fuck myself with his fingers. 

"Oh," he moaned softly, "I see." I took my hand away. He kept fingering me just the way I showed him. It felt amazing.

"Yes, Elliot," I whispered. I began to gasp with pleasure. He brought his other hand to my clit and began to roughly massage it. That, instantly, took me out. "Too rough," I whispered. He listened, but a little to well, "But harder than that," I chuckled.

"You wanna show me how its done?" he smiled. I looked at him. I put my fingers on my clit and began to work it. He watched intently. Just as I felt myself getting close I heard,

"I think got it," he whispered. I pulled my fingers away and he replaced them with his. He was damn near perfect in replicating what I did to myself. My head fell back in pleasure. I heard him chuckle. I looked back down at him long enough to see him take his tongue and begin to mimic the movement his fingers were making. 

"Oh my God," I whispered. He latched onto my clit. I felt my pussy being to tighten. He had me at the edge. I looked down and he looked back up at me. I reached under my dress and began to play with my nipples. I felt my legs latch around his head, I buried my hands in his hair. I didn't want him to stop. My hips began to writhe. I felt myself beginning to cum. 

A moan caught in my throat as I came silently. He rode out my orgasm until I had to push his head away. I sprawled out on the sofa. He brought his head up to the rest of my body. He slowly, lightly, ran his fingers along my body. He softly kissed my neck. 

"How was that babe?" he asked, already knowing the answer. He quickly removed the rest of my clothes. I reached down to take my heels off when I heard, "Leave them on." He began to grope my breasts. He then softly took each one in his mouth and then worked his way back down my body, working me up again. He stood up and pulled me off the couch. Then, he backed me up against the window. On the summer night, it felt incredible against my naked body. He kissed my neck as he ran his hands over my ass. Every time I tried to grab below his belt he pushed my hands away. He pressed me against the glass. I began to tense, afraid to give my weight to the window. 

"Don't worry, the windows are hurricane rated," he whispered between kisses.

"Ok," I gasped. But as I glanced to my left and right and I saw nothing but the night sky.

"You're tensing up," he teased, "Relax," he said, as he began to tease my clit with his fingers. He was already much better than before. He began to work his way back down my body.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Practice makes perfect, right?" he smiled, as he pushed my legs up onto his shoulders and he buried his face in my pussy again.

***

"You know what?" Patricia mused, "I can't say that I've ever been eaten out against a penthouse window," she laughed. Her voice was loud and carrying through the apartment. "You go girl!" she yelled. 

"Patricia! Keep your voice down!" I whispered. "It was a regular apartment, not a penthouse," I whispered, trying to pull her voice down to my level.

"An apartment with floor to ceiling windows!" she insisted, refusing to keep her voice down, "I bet you guys bothered the neighbors," she teased. She smiled at me as she dug back through my drawers. She was helping me get dressed for the art show. It was at an incredible gallery down down and Elliot was picking Patricia, Alex and I up in a limo. "Don't you have any sexy underwear?" she asked.

"I think my underwear is pretty sexy," I defended. 

"You finally got your sex life back," she stated, "You need some crazy hot underwear under that demure dress," she laughed. I was in simple summer maxi with a thigh high slit. She was in a skin tight cocktail number. "Do you have a garter belt or something? Anything? If you have a slit that high you must wear thigh highs. It will drive him crazy." I shooed her away from my drawers and dug deep into my closet and produced my one and only garter belt. 

"Go make sure Alex is ready while I put this on," I blushed as I pushed her out of my room. I put on the garter and the matching thigh highs. I got a text from Elliot. He was downstairs. I grabbed my bag and walked out to the living room. "Come on you guys, Elliot is downstairs!" I yelled. I was checking my hair in the mirror when I saw Alex emerge from his room. He looked amazing in his steel gray suit which had been tailored to his tall frame. His thick black hair was styled back, out of his face. He was holding Patricia's bag. I heard her darting around in his room still as he walked towards me and joined me in the mirror. 

"You look great," he said as he admired both my reflection and my body.

"Not too bad yourself," I quipped dismissively as I pushed past him and called for Patricia again. I could still feel his eyes on me. Just knowing that I was holding his attention and what I was wearing underneath my dress made me feel so confident and sexy. I felt myself posing for his benefit as I waited for Patricia. I'd subtly sink into one hip and poke my ass out slightly. Finally, she emerged and we all made our way outside. 

As we piled into the limo we sat, coupled, across from each other. Elliot looked great in his tux. I greeted him with a peck on the lips. He playfully grabbed my ass. He was definitely in a mood to match mine. I glanced across the limo to see Alex briefly staring at us before looking back at Patricia. He had his hand high up on her thigh. Patricia's dress was cute, but left very little to the imagination. Both Elliot and I could see the color of her panties as we sat across from her. They were sky blue. Elliot opened a bottle of champagne.

"To a great night!" he smiled. We toasted. Patricia promptly shoved her tongue down Alex's throat. I frowned and nuzzled Elliot. I saw that Alex was uncomfortable as he carefully pushed her off of him. 

"So, how are you Elliot?" Alex stated awkwardly.

"Great!" Elliot smiled. They started to make small talk as Patricia and I conferenced about the art opening. Everything had supposedly been taken care of, but I couldn't be sure until I checked in with everyone there. This whole thing was resting on my shoulders and even though I had done ample prep to make sure that it was perfect, I was still worried. 

I saw Alex occasionally glance at me. Quickly, and stealthily. He was distracted by something. I looked down, my shoes and my dress were fine. I ignored it and continued to hash out details with Patricia. Then, I saw that the slit in my dress had revealed my thigh highs and garter. Alex was having trouble looking away. I blushed and quickly clutched my dress closed. The car stopped and we got out.

When we entered the gallery we were greeted with trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres. Perfect. After checking in with Elliot I left him with Alex and Patricia while I made the rounds and checked in on the event. The artists were exhilarated, my bosses were happy and the guests looked great; it was a success. I finally began to let myself relax. I grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the many rotating trays. I let myself breathe easy as I looked at the artwork. It flowed beautifully from one piece to the next, each room was cohesive and exciting. I couldn't wipe the grin off my face. It was perfect. I felt someone stand next to me as I paused at one of the paintings.

"So, do you come here often?" A strange male voice whispered in my ear. I turned and saw a typical Manhattan socialite smiling back at me. He had on a painfully fashionable pocket square and thick rimmed glasses. Uneasy, I smiled back.

"No. You?" I felt obliged to make conversation, but I couldn't have been less interested. He began to go on and on about his job and his apartment. I began to glance around the room to look for Elliot to come get me out of the conversation. I saw him talking with a red head across the room. I did my best to catch his eye, but it didn't work. I began to try and get out of it myself until I feel Alex's voice against my neck,

"How are you doing baby?" Alex said as he wrapped an arm around my waist. Instantly the guy began to back off. After a few niceties the guy left. Alex and I shared a nervous laugh. "It looked like you could use some help," he smiled. I sighed,

"I hate how in NYC men have to claim women in order for other men to leave them alone," I laughed,

"Its ok," Alex responded, "I don't mind claiming you when I need to," he whispered as he pulled me closer. 

"Alex, what are you doing?" I asked not wanting him to stop.

"Just appreciating something beautiful." He got behind me and pressed our bodies together. I let my head rest against his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" I insisted. His hands drifted from my waist to the slit my my dress. He quickly found the garters attached to my thigh-highs and began to run his fingers up and down the length of it.

"What I wouldn't give to see you in this. Nothing but this, " He whispered as he nibbled my ear. "I guess I'll just have to imagine." I felt my hips begin to grind my ass into his crotch. I felt his cock stirring against me. "Unless you want to put me out of my misery?" I reached back and pinched his neck. That shocked him enough to let me out of his grip. I spun around to face him. Our faces were painfully close together, he leaned in like he was about to kiss me.

"Honey?" I heard Elliot's voice and whipped around, "Hey Alex," Elliot said as he instinctively pulled me in for a kiss. He apparently hadn't seen what had just happened. "Everything okay over here?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around my hips, claiming me.

"I'm just keeping her company for you," Alex said over his shoulder as he walked away. 

"Have a good night," Elliot said. I stared after Alex as he left. I felt my body longing for his touch again. Yet, as Elliot began to massage my scalp and nuzzle my neck, my desire began to waver. "You want to get out of here?" he whispered in my ear.

"You have no idea," I whispered back.

***

"I want you to fuck me over the kitchen counter," I whispered to Elliot in the cab back to his place. We had made out the entire cab ride. My hand was planted in his crotch, massaging his dick through is pants. In response, Elliot kissed me hard and pushed his hand down the front of my dress to massage my tits. I moaned. He shushed me. The cab stopped and he paid. We got out and I pulled him back in for a kiss,

"Slow down babe," Elliot whispered, but I couldn't be stopped. I began to kiss him harder and pull his body closer to mine. 

"I need you now," I moaned between kisses.

"I understand, just wait," he responded as he signaled to the doorman to open the door.

"What if I don't want to?" I teased. 

"Erica, stop behaving like a whore," he said, seriously, as he pulled me off of him. I paused,

"What?" I breathed.

"I get that you're horny, but come on. You're still a lady, right?" he said. 

"I was, joking. I mean-of course not out here but-don't you-want me to-" I stammered.

"It's just," he started, "I don't like when you're so..." he started,

"I'm so what?" I interrupted, "Forward? Sexual? What?" He grabbed my shoulders and tried to calm me down.

"Erica, I just like women to be women and not whores. Simple as that." That set me off.

"So I'm a whore for wanting to have sex with my boyfriend?" I asked.

"Erica, that's not-" he started.

"No!" I stopped him, "So, I'm a whore for wanting sex? Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean that I don't get to be.," I struggled, "horny or sexual or, God forbid, forward!" I yelled.

"Erica," Elliot warned, "You are making scene."

"I know I am!" I yelled back.

"So?" he responded.

"So!" I yelled, "I don't want to feel ashamed because I want sex!" He quickly tried to shush me. I pushed him away and raised me hand for a cab. One came immediately. "Good luck fucking yourself!" I yelled as I got in the cab and went home.

***

By the time I got back to the apartment I was livid. As I stood in the foyer I kicked my heels off and threw my bag on the ground. As I made my way towards my room, I heard a distinctly female moan. At least someone was having shameless sex. I shielded my eyes as I approached the living room. I didn't need to see Alex and Patricia right now. I yelled as I crossed,

"I'm home! I'm crossing the living room! Don't mind me!" Instead of the noises continuing, they abruptly stopped and I heard Alex,

"Fuck!" he yelped. With the absence of Patricia's voice, I peered through my fingers. I saw the outline of Alex, alone, in his underwear, lit by the screen of his laptop. I pulled my hand down and looked at him. He was quickly trying to mute what was on the screen.

"What?" I gasped. As my eyes focused I realized what was happening. In the dark it was easy to see that the image on the screen was of two people engaged in an excellent example of reverse cowgirl. I laughed, unable to hide my delight. At least I wasn't the only one frustrated tonight.

"I didn't think you'd be back tonight!" he shouted as he slammed his laptop shut. But, it didn't work, the moans kept going. 

"What are you doing?" I laughed.

"Nothing," he responded as he tried to muffle the laptop under a throw pillow.

"Really?" I was starting to giggle, "Oh, this is too great!" I laughed. The pillow wasn't doing much to muffle the noise. 

"Umm,I-" he started, but another overly theatrical moan interrupted him. Finally he began to crack a smile "Is there anything I can say to make this look better?" he laughed. Another long moan came from the muffled laptop. That was it, both of us started laughing uncontrollably. After the fight with Elliot it just felt good to laugh. I made my way to the sofa and plopped down next to him. 

"Seriously," I said between giggles, "I think I'm crying!" Alex actually looked embarrassed. As the giggles took over both of us I felt myself lean against his shoulder. As the giggles subsided I looked up at him. He was absolutely gorgeous. He looked back at me and smiled. His smile made me melt. We both leaned into each other but stopped before we'd have to kiss. Neither of us wanted to give in. Just as the smile fell from Alex's face and I felt his weight shift, we heard an exceptionally loud cry from the laptop below us. We both began to crack up again. 




Roommates Ch. 04



"Jesus, what is he doing to her?" Alex laughed as he pulled the laptop out from under the cushion.

"Where's Patricia?" I asked.

"She left," he said as he opened his laptop. The woman was now bent over the bed as the guy pummeled her. The sound of their flesh slapping together began to make me blush. It reminded me of the time Alex fucked me. My eyes were glued to the screen, "Hence the porn," he continued as he tried to get the window to close, "This is ridiculous," he mumbled as he fiddled with the computer. He caught me staring. "See something you like?" he teased. I quickly brought my gaze to his face.

"No," I responded, "I don't watch porn," I quipped.

"Bullshit," he smiled, "Everyone watches porn."

"I don't," I said.

"Well, you are now," he laughed as he gave up on trying to stop the movie, "Maybe it will close itself after it plays," he looked at me, "You wanna join me?" 

"What?" I asked, shocked.

"Come on," he smiled, "It'll be fun," I looked back at him unsure, "I promise not to touch myself if you won't," he teased, "But if you feel inspired, don't let me stop you." I playfully punched his shoulder.

"Only because I have nothing better to do," I whispered.

"And?" he smiled.

"What?" I asked.

"And because you are a little bit interested in watching two people have sex?" he offered.

"Maybe," I confessed. A huge grin spread across his face. "This is for science," I defended, "I just want to see what it is."

"Sure," he said, totally unconvinced.

As we watched the two performers on the screen, I instantly felt myself getting turned on. The girl's legs were spread wide open as he fucked her. He pulled his cock out of her and began to eat her out from behind. Watching his tongue flick over her clit made me begin to get wet. Then watching him tease her with long slow licks made me uncomfortably aware that my breath was getting short. I noticed Alex's breathing shorten with mine. Then, the performer brought his tongue up to her asshole and, enthusiastically, began to rim her. My panties were getting uncomfortably wet. I needed to break the focus, 

"That's disgusting," I whispered as I shot Alex a dirty look. He just smiled at me.

"You didn't seem to mind when I did that to you," he whispered. I blushed.

"Alex-" I started.

"I know, I know," he responded, "Forget it. I've forgotten it. We're just friends," his voice was cold and flat.

"So, what was that at the gallery?" I asked.

"That," he started, "was a slight flirtation."

"A flirtation?" I asked, shocked.

"I can't flirt with you?" he asked innocently, "It's just some innocent fun between friends. Right?" 

"So what about..." my mind raced through all the ways he had teased me in the past week. Hell, in the past few minutes. I was going to get him to admit to what he was doing. "So, that comment about my underwear was nothing? Just," I shrugged, "a slight flirtation."

"Erica," he laughed, "you looked beautiful tonight," he continued and carefully placed his hand on my knee, "I can't tell you when I think you're beautiful?" He pushed his hand higher and began to massage my thigh. What was it with all the men in my life making me feel silly sexually? First Elliot called me a whore, now Alex was telling me that the tension between us was nothing. No. I wasn't going to let these boys boss me around. I didn't flinch as he moved his hand higher and began to play with the top of my thigh high. I stared at him coldly and maintained my composure. I looked down at his crotch and saw he was hard. I smiled.

"Care to explain that?" I challenged.

"What?" he breathed.

"Why is your cock hard?" I said without batting an eyelash.

"Erica?" his eyes widened in surprise, "Looks like I'm rubbing off on you," he whispered, "I like it." I put my hand on top of his, stopping his hand from going any higher.

"Alex," I insisted.

"Why are you checking out my cock?" he responded. His eyes locked with mine. I felt myself began to waver. His fingers wiggled past my grip and rested against my panties. I gasped when he touched me. I'm sure he could feel how wet I was. He smiled as his eyes drifted over my body. I got my control back. 

"Why is your cock making an appearance if you are just flirting with me?"

"I am watching porn," he responded, matter-of-factly, "It turns me on. It makes me hard." 

"Anything else?" I asked. He began to trace his fingers up and down the outside of my panties. It took all I had not to squirm. He moved closer to me. I felt my mouth relax, my lips hung open, begging to be kissed. He brought his mouth painfully close to mine.

"No. What makes you say that?" he whispered darkly as his fingers began to press against my panties, begging for entrance. I wasn't going to let him get the best of me. 

"Nothing," I whispered as I clutched his wrist, stopping him. I pulled his hand out from between my legs and crossed them. He looked back at me. He seemed thrown by how well I had denied his advances. 

"Nothing," he repeated as he brought his fingers to his nose and smelled. He smiled. He playfully ran his fingers over his lips. I maintained my icy resolve, but inside I was screaming. I wanted to make him feel the way I did. I wanted him to feel this hopelessly horny. "If you'll excuse me," he said as he moved away from me, repositioned his laptop and began to blatantly watch the porn. "I'm going to see where this takes me for the rest of the night." He looked like he had just won something. It pissed me off.

"Why do you look so smug?" I snapped.

"Nothing," he repeated again. He looked satisfied, "You're human just like everyone else," he smiled, "You watch porn and finger yourself just like every other girl"

That pissed me off. I stood up. 

"Oh, don't get mad Erica, I was-" he started.

I faced him, reached back, unzipped my dress and let it to fall to the floor. That stopped him mid sentence. I stood in front of him in my bra, panties, thigh-highs and garter belt. His eyes drank me in. He bit his lip as his breathing quickened.

"So, this," I said as I began to turned around, showing off for him, "does nothing for you?" He just swallowed as his eyes continued to drift over my body.

"Nothing," he whispered as he tried to look away from me. I leaned forward and rested my hands on either side of his head and dangled my tits in his face. I brought my hand down to his crotch and playfully ran my fingers across his bulge. He jumped slightly. His jaw tensed and his eyes closed as he held back a moan. I smiled. I brought my hand to his face and traced down his jaw line.

"That's good," I whispered. I was about to turn around and give him a great view of my ass as I walked away, but I got a better idea, "That's good because, I'm feeling inspired,"

"W-What?" he stammered. Seeing my affect on him made me brave. I was surprised by how much I was enjoying my control over him.

"You said that I could touch myself if I feel inspired," I repeated, "And since there is nothing between us, this won't get weird," I grabbed the laptop, put it in-front of us on the coffee table and sat next to him on the couch. Alex was frozen next to me. I rested my head against his shoulder and whispered up into his ear, "What? I thought I was just a girl who watches porn and fingers herself like everyone else." I began to play with my tits through my lacy bra. As I sighed in pleasure, I felt him relax and I saw him began to massage his cock through his briefs. 

As we both stared intently at the screen I was surprised about how aroused I was getting. The two porn stars were fucking against the wall, she was obviously getting close to cumming. As she cried out, I just wanted to be fucked even more. I began to get so aroused that my pussy began to ache. I hadn't planned to take it this far. I just wanted to be a terrible tease, but now, I actually needed to get off. Slowly, I spread my legs open and let my thighs touch Alex as I massaged my pussy through my underwear. I glanced over and I caught Alex looking at me. His hand was in his briefs as he jerked himself off. The desire for me in his eyes was arresting.

"Eyes forward," I commanded. He quickly looked back at the screen. I took the opportunity to slip off my bra. I began to play with my tits. That brought his attention right back.

"Holy shit," Alex whispered. He was looking at me again. I looked back at him and smiled. I turned and spread myself out, facing him, on the couch. He began to move to try and get on top of me.

"I thought this was nothing?" I teased, as I brought my stockinged foot up to his chest, stopping him,

"Its whatever you want it to be," he moaned. He put his hands on my waist as he began to try and mount me. I wriggled out of his grip, letting him face plant on the sofa. I pushed everything to one side of the coffee table, sat on it and spread my legs.

"Stay," I commanded. I began to rub my pussy through my panties. They were soaked. They way he looked at me got me so wet. He sat back up and slip his briefs off. His cock sprang out and bounced against his sculpted stomach. It looked so thick and hard, it made me wet. He was so fucking sexy. His body was so masculine and muscled. His abs flexed as he ran his hand up and down his cock. His other hand played with his balls. His cock was wet with precum.

I stared at him and slipped a finger into myself. I head him moan,

"No fair, I showed you mine," he teased. I stood up and slowly slipped my panties off and sat back down. I must have been a sight to see, I was in nothing but my garter belt and thigh highs. I spread my pussy open for him. "Yes," he hissed and began to jerk himself off. His eye lids got heavy as his hand focused on the tip of his cock. I felt so powerful as I watched him getting off to me. I slowly eased a finger into myself. I moaned. "Yes, just like that," he whispered. Suddenly, I heard his breath catch. I looked back at him and saw him begin to cum. He came hard in thick streams over his hand and on his chest and stomach. As I watched him a wicked grin spread across my face. Hearing him moan as he looked at me made me so hot. Once he finished, I got up and straddled him on the sofa.

"That was fast," I teased, "I was just getting started," I smiled as I settled myself on his wet crotch he groaned as he began to grind his limp dick against me, "Can you keep your hands to your self?" I asked.

"Yes," he smiled. I took his hands and began to lick his fingers clean of cum, "You're evil," he moaned, "Pure evil," I looked at him as I did it. I was blatantly taking advantage of his refractory period. I knew I had a few minutes to do whatever I wanted and that there was nothing he could do about it.

I push his hips back against the couch. I slowly pushed my two fingers inside my pussy and began ease them in and out of myself. My thumb swirled around my clit. He gripped the cushions underneath us. It was killing him not to touch me. I threw my head back as I picked up the pace. It felt so good. I leaned forward and moaned in his ear, "You're being a very good boy, so you can suck my tits." He sighed and attacked my chest, kissing and biting me and pulling me as close to him as he could.

"If you can be patient I'll give you something much bigger in a minute," he whispered between kisses. He was devouring my tits. He worked his way up my neck, grabbed my face and began to kiss me. I let him do it, getting lost him his embrace for a minute. But soon I broke it and roughly grabbed his face. 

"What did I say?" I warned, pinching his jaw in my hand "Hands to yourself," I repeated, "Now suck my tits. Or watch. Thats it." He looked back at me.

"Yes Mistress," he said and smiled. He made of point of showing me both of his hands as he put them behind his back. He dipped down and began tease my tits. He licked and bit my nipples. He watched my face, intently, as I pleasured myself. I was getting close. I began to press against my spot inside of me and play with my clit with my thumb. With Alex sucking my tits, I quickly felt myself begin to cum.

He watched me as I came, he looked almost amazed. I looked right back at him, sharing my orgasm with him, it felt so intimate and incredibly intense. As I got lost in it he wrapped his arms around me. He held me close and kissed me sweetly as I began to moan and shake. When I finished, I let my body rest against his. As I caught my breath he slowly pulled my fingers out my pussy. He brought them to his mouth and began to lick them. He moaned as he tasted me. As I watched him I felt myself getting turn on all over again. I glanced down, he was hard. He looked at me. His eyes were pleading. He ran his tongue between my fingers. 

"Please don't make me beg," he whispered. He looked so desperate and tortured. Perfect. I smiled and playfully traced my hand over his cock. He moaned and began to position my hips over him. I pushed his hands away and carefully got off of him. "What?" he whispered as I stood up, "No, Erica, please," he said as I began to walk away. He followed me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my back against his chest. He shamelessly groped my tits, pressed his hard cock against my ass and began to devour my neck. It felt so good, but leaving him like this felt better.

"Alex!" I warned as I ripped myself away from him. Harshly, I grabbed his face, making him look me in the eyes. "No," I said, pointedly. He stopped. I turned back around and as I left him, naked and hard as I sauntered into my room.

TBC...



Roommates Ch. 05



The Twist

Gwen called me three days later. David was in the Philippines on business for two weeks and she was lonely. 

"Can you come over this afternoon?" She asked confidently. "I promise you will leave happy."

An hour later Gwen met me at her front door in a silk robe and nothing else. She quickly pulled me inside and pressed her lips against mine. Our mouths opened wide and our tongues danced together in a wet erotic salsa. 

She dropped her robe to the floor as we kissed and my hands caressed her soft smooth flesh. 

My cock was hard and it throbbed inside my lose dockers as we continued to kiss deeply and passionately. 

Gwen pulled my polo shirt over my head and ran her hands over my bare naked chest. Her fingers found my zipper and she quickly unfastened my slacks and let them fall to the floor. My hard cock tented my silk boxers and I pushed my body against Gwen's soft curvaceous form. 

Our tongues slithered together and entwined as we clutched and pawed at each others naked body. Gwen kissed my neck and ran her tongue enticingly along my collarbone making me moan softly. Her small hands slid inside my boxers and wrapped around my stiff shaft as she planted soft butterfly kisses down my chest. She licked and lightly bit my hard nipples as she firmly squeezed my throbbing cock. 

Her journey continued down my flat stomach until she knelt at my feet looking up at me with her pretty ice blue eyes. Her hands caressed my sides and she pushed her face against my silk covered cock. 

"Let me taste you," she groaned softly. She hooked her fingers into my boxers and pulled them to the floor freeing my needy dick. Her lips parted wide and her mouth engulfed my hard cock as she continued to stare into my eyes. 

I watched her pretty face bob over my dick and I smiled brightly at her. Her mouth was hot and her hand stroked my shaft in perfect unison with her lips. I could feel my climax beginning to build and I felt strangely conflicted. I wanted to cum but I didn't want the pleasure to end. I pulled Gwen to her feet and kissed her deeply. 

"You first," I sighed as I led her to the couch. She lay back and I settled between her thick strong legs. I parted her lips and inhaled her essence. Her fragrance was sweet yet pungent and it made my desire soar. 

My mouth descended on her blooming flower and I pressed my tongue into her soft core. Her juices covered my cheeks and I moved up to lick her hard clit. 

"Oh god yes," Gwen hissed loudly, "right there."

I flicked my tongue across her hard clit making her body shiver with each delicious contact. I eased my fingers inside her as I continued my oral assault on her hard engorged clit. 

"I'm gonna cum," she moaned loudly, "don't stop lover, please."

Gwen's body shook uncontrollably and she cried out in pleasure as her pussy released torrent of delicious juices into my mouth. She pulled me up and kissed me passionately. 

My cock responded to our kiss and I ached to be inside Gwen's liquid core. She laid on the couch and guided me inside her. Our bodies moved together as one, thrusting together in perfect syncopation. 

"Harder," she moaned as her nails dug into the deep flesh of my ass. 

I looked into her beautiful eyes as I pounded my dick into her. Her pretty blue eyes rolled back and she smiled broadly as she came again. 

"Oh yes," Gwen hissed as she trembled from her climax. She pulled my head down and kissed me again. Our tongues danced together in an incredibly passionate wet kiss. 

Gwen rolled me onto my back and straddled my hard cock. I guided it to her pussy and watched it slowly disappear inside her slick wet canal. Her big tits heaved as her body bounced on top of me with smooth languid strokes. 

I thrust my hips to meet Gwen's slow thrusts as my climax built. My body shook and my breathing was heavy and erratic. I flew past the point of no return as Gwen fucked me hard. 

"I'm going to cum baby," I warned as my climax approached like a speeding freight train. 

"Cum inside me lover," Gwen panted as she slammed her thick curvaceous body against my hips. "Fill me up baby."

"Ohhh fuck," I cried out as I came hard. My cock pumped copious amounts of hot cream inside her as she rode the waves another small climax. 

We crawled upstairs to the bedroom and lay quietly together. Gwen's pretty head lay on my chest listening to my beating heart as I gently stroked her soft silky body. 

It had been a long time since I'd had feelings for someone but I recognized the sensation immediately. 

We lay in silence for almost an hour enjoying the feeling of our warm naked bodies close together. Gwen asked how I got to where I was and I told her the whole sorted tale. I explained to her that I was not attracted to men at all but that I had always enjoyed sex with them and when I found myself homeless I did what I had to in order to get back on my feet. I explained to Gwen that I had always hoped to make enough money so I could start a business and get out of the escort game. 

"One day," I told her, "I hope to meet a woman, fall in love, get married and live happily ever after. I know it sounds corny but that is what I want."

"She will be a lucky girl," Gwen whispered in my ear as her tongue flicked out and traced its curves. She planted soft kisses on my neck and then rolled on top of me. Her soft round body fit mine perfectly. Our lips met in a soft wet kiss. 

My cock rubbed against the slick wet folds of her excited pussy as we kissed deeply. Our passion soared as our tongues danced together like snakes in the grass. 

I rolled on top of Gwen and kissed her tenderly. I lightly licked her top lip and she shuddered. 

"Make love to me," Gwen sighed. Her hands caressed my naked torso as my dick slowly sank all the way inside her velvet folds. 

I looked deep into her pretty blue eyes as my body moved slowly and steadily above her. My cock pistoned into her core with an increasing tempo bringing her excitement to a fever pitch. My hands held her face tenderly as we kissed. Our bodies moved together as one like waves crashing on a lonely beach. 

We moved together hard and fast. Our hands slid across naked flesh as we reveled in our passion. 

"Fill me up baby," Gwen panted as she sensed my impending climax. Her breaths came in short gasps as her own orgasm approached. 

We came hard together. My cock pumped hot cum deep inside her womb as Gwen wrapped her legs around my waist holding me inside her. She cried out in pleasure and her body trembled as the waves of her climax washed over her sexy body. 

"Can you stay the night?" Gwen asked as we lay, sweat soaked, under the covers of her big king sized bed. 

"Yes," I answered quickly. I felt safe and comfortable in her arms. It was a feeling I had missed. 

We had sex once more after dinner as Gwen sat atop their kitchen counter. My hard dick thrust into her soaking wet pussy while my eyes devoured the supple curves of her pale white body. We kissed deeply. I thrust hard and fast into her liquid core as sweat covered our skin.

Gwen came hard and her pussy clenched down on my cock with each wave of pleasure. I filled her pussy with hot thick goo and then knelt down and licked her clean driving her wild with randy lust. 

We went back upstairs and lay in bed talking. It had been a long time since I'd had a meaningful conversation with a woman. We were both physically spent but we talked long into the night. Susan called that night I had to tell her that I was unavailable. It was the first time I had ever turned down a job. 

We fell asleep with my body spooned up behind Gwen. In the morning we showered together and then reluctantly parted. 

The fog started to lift over the next few days but Gwen and I continued to talk on the phone daily. I worked once during the week.

A well known man in his early forties had requested my services. He had gotten my name from a friend on Capital Hill and wanted the full treatment. 

"Dress casually," Susan had told me. I wore a pair of linen khakis and a well fitted cotton button down shirt with Sperry boat shoes. 

I rang the bell at the client's Eastern Maryland home. It was a large cape code style beach house right on the Chesapeake Bay. The well manicured 1 acre lot had over 150' of shoreline and a long dock stretched out into the water. A huge yacht was tied to the dock and two Mercedes sedans sat in the wrap around driveway. A short man in full drag opened the door. He was small, waifish and definitely passable as a woman. 

"Come in," he said in an almost realistic female voice. "I'm Sheila, can I get you a drink?". 

"Sure," I replied, "scotch, neat." 

I watched her walk slowly over to a stocked bar in the corner. Her round ass swayed gently from side to side as she walked. She wore a white silk sleeveless blouse that revealed her smooth skin and delicate shoulders. A short black skirt bared her long muscular legs but covered her secret manhood. 

Sheila poured three fingers of Mcallan 25 into a crystal drinking glass for me and a glass of cabernet for herself. 

We sat drinking in the living room and talking for an hour before I made my move. I slid close to Sheila and placed my hand on her shoulder. My fingers traced small circles on her bare shoulders as I looked into her pretty blue eyes. 

I slowly pulled her toward me and pressed my lips to hers. 

"You are so sexy," I said softly as we kissed lightly. Her lips parted and my tongue slipped into Sheila's mouth and touched hers making her coo softly. My hands slid down her blouse and touched her flesh through the thin silk. 

"May I," I asked as I unfastened the single button on the back of her blouse. 

"Yes," she hissed softly. I could tell she was very excited. 

I lifted her blouse over her head revealing her smooth shaved torso. She had obviously started taking female hormones and her small A cup tits were capped with big swollen nipples.

Sheila moaned softly as I kissed her neck while my fingers played with her hard nipples. 

I planted butterfly kisses down her body and licked her nipples. She cradled my head in her arms as I lovingly kisses her chest. My fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt and Sheila lifted her small round ass off the couch. I pulled her skirt off and left it at her feet. 

Sheila wore a sexy pair of red lace Victoria Secret boy shorts and nothing else. Her tight petite body looked incredibly feminine despite the small prominent bulge in her panties. 

I continued to lick, suck and nibble on her small tits as she moaned and gently pushed her hard cock against my torso. My lips moved slowly down her body. I kissed her tummy and pushed my tongue into her naval. 

"Please," she moaned softly. 

I moved lower and grazed my lips across her panty covered cock. I inhaled the musky scent of her arousal as I licked her cock through the red lace fabric making her sigh. 

Sheila's hands caressed my scalp urging me to go farther but I continued to tease her. I licked her smooth inner thigh and she groaned with excitement. 

I pulled her panties off and looked at her hard 4" cock. My mouth watered in anticipation. I parted my lips and took her small dick into my mouth. 

"Yes," Sheila hissed as her entire dick slipped into my mouth. 

I sucked her hard. My head bobbed and my nose rubbed against the neatly groomed patch of fur above her hard dick. I noisily slurped it until her breathing became erratic. 

"Make me cum," she pleaded. I sucked and slurped her small hard dick until she forced it all the way into my mouth and pumped a surprisingly big load of hot delicious cum down my throat. 

Sheila pulled me up beside her and pressed her lips to mine. She kissed me deeply and our tongues entwined. Her small hands ran over my taught muscular chest. 

"My turn," Sheila cooed as she unfastened my belt and dropped my pants to the ground. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs. She freed my cock and dove onto it enthusiastically. Her head bobbed noisily over my stiff rod bringing me quickly to the edge and then slowing and holding me there. 

I unbuttoned and pulled my shirt off as Sheila expertly sucked my hard throbbing dick. 

She kissed her way up my body and kissed me deeply sharing the taste of my precum with me in a deep passionate kiss. 

"Let's go upstairs," Sheila said softly. She took my hand and led me into her bedroom. Her bed was filled with a soft down comforter and a dozen pillows. She pushed me back onto the bed and she lay beside me. She kissed me deeply as her hand squeezed my dick bringing it back to full attention. 

"I need you inside me," Sheila panted. She pulled her legs up and offered her ass to me. 

I climbed between her legs and lowered my mouth to her tight puckered asshole. I licked the smooth crack of her ass and plunged my tongue inside her making her moan loudly. 

"Deeper," she groaned. 

I pushed my tongue deep inside her and drooled saliva over her asshole. My fingers sank inside her ass and stretched her asshole as I rimmed her making her moan louder. 

"Please baby," she moaned. "Please fuck me."

I pushed my latex covered dick into Sheila's tight ass and slowly sank balls deep as she cried out with a combination of pleasure and pain. I pulled back and fucked her slowly letting her get used to my dick. 

"Harder baby," Sheila grunted as I pushed my cock deep inside her. 

I fucked her hard and fast until her body started to tremble and she exploded in a strong prostate climax. I buried my dick into her ass and filled the condom with hot cum. 

Sheila fell asleep quickly after I finished cleaning up. She rolled over and curled up as I lay in the dark room

I lay awake in Sheila's bedroom as she slept peacefully beside me. I was conflicted. For three years I had lived and worked as a prostitute. I had been emotionally vacant and unattached but I found myself thinking about Gwen. I felt a connection to her but I was a gay prostitute and we had met when I was hired by her and her husband. I knew my feelings were crazy and they surely would never be returned. 

Gwen left three messages on my cell phone as I laid in bed beside Sheila. I checked my messages as Sheila dressed for work. She dressed in an expensive man's business suit and handed me $3,000 before showing me out. 

"I need to see you," Gwen said when I called her on my way home. 

"I am out by the Bay Bridge," I told her. "Let me go home and get cleaned up first. I will be over before noon."

Traffic sucked as usual. I went home and showered before driving to Gwen's place in Great Falls. 

"You look exhausted," she said as she kissed me sweetly. "Were you working?"

I told her about my client but left out the part where I had laid in bed thinking about her. 

"I can't stop thinking about you honey," Gwen said I breathed a sigh of relief. 

"I know," I told her, "I feel the same way.". We kissed and I held her tight. She made me feel safe, happy and needed. Those were feelings I had forgotten about after Julie broke my heart.



Roommates Ch. 05



Wow! It looks like chapter 4 really shook things up! Thanks again for all your feedback, comments and favorites. Here's chapter 5. Enjoy!

--Aeli




I woke up surprisingly well rested. As I rolled out of my bed I threw on an old t-shirt and and shorts. But once I began to open the door, I felt my stomach turn. Last night began to creep back into my head and I realized that I had no idea what to expect on the other side of that door. Was Alex pissed? Amused? Aroused? What about Elliot? Poor Elliot. The cradle of sleep had let me forget the mess that I had made and as I woke my anxiety began to spike. 

Carefully I opened my door. I glanced down the hall to Alex's room. The door was shut. He was either still asleep or at work. Either way, I hoped I was alone. I carefully shut my door and tip toed to the kitchen. On my way there I saw my dress in a pile on the living room floor. I quickly gathered it up and tucked it under my arm. When I finally got to the kitchen I put my dress on the table and started to make coffee. This was the true test, if coffee didn't pull Alex out of his room he wasn't home. As the coffee maker began to bubble I heard the buzzer ring. I froze. I didn't hear any movement in the apartment. The buzzer rang again. I scurried to the intercom,

"What?" I whispered,

"Delivery!" the guy shouted back at me. I buzzed him in. As I waited by the door, I scanned the apartment for Alex. Nothing. I relaxed. The delivery man knocked at the door. Opened it only to be greeted by one of the largest bouquet of purple flowers I had ever seen. I gripped the vase with both hands and carried it in the apartment. I closed the door with my foot and carried the vase into my room. The flowers consumed my desk. They were beautiful. I loved purple flowers. I carefully searched through the flowers until I saw a card perched in the middle. It read,

Erica,

I am so sorry about last night

Please let me make it up to you tonight

--Elliot

On the back was a time and an address. My mind began to frantically race around. My thoughts wound back on themselves over and over again. What was I going to do? I pushed my head into my hands and took a few slow, deep, breaths. I decided to take one thing at a time. Alex seemed to be gone for the time being so I was going to deal with Elliot first. I got dressed for work and packed a simple black dress and heels in my office bag. I still wasn't sure if I was going to take Elliot up on his offer, but I wasn't ready to completely eliminate the possibility. 

***

After a day full of meetings and distressed artists, I needed to alleviate my personal stresses more than ever. I decided to see Elliot. As I got changed in the office bathroom I felt silly. How could I hope to save this relationship, especially after all I had done. I hopped into a cab and gave the address. We stopped in-front of a beautiful hotel downtown. I instantly I felt underdressed. I carefully approached the concierge and gave my name.

"Oh yes, Miss Erica Anderson. We've been expecting you."

He lead me through the lobby to a restaurant. It looked even more beautiful than the hotel. I really felt out of place. Thankfully we kept walking. He opened a large door that lead to the kitchen and beckoned me through. He lead me through the kitchen around the busily working cooks until I saw a chef's table set for two in the back. There was Elliot with a single purpled flower. His face lit up when he saw me. I gave him an icy stare.

"I didn't know if you would come," he smiled as he rose and kissed me on the cheek. He gave me the flower. I melted. 

"Elliot, you didn't have to-" I started.

"Yes, I did," he replied, "I was terrible to you. Please sit." I did and soon the chef came out and greeted us. Elliot was all smiles as he talked with the chef as they discussed the meal to come. I smiled, despite myself. He was incredibly charming. As the first course came out, he was so sweet that I began to feel terrible. I slouched in my chair and buried myself in my meal. He quickly picked up on my mood. "I guess we should talk about last night."

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"Look it's," he glanced around, making sure that the kitchen staff was busy. He leaned into me, "I get weird about that stuff. I'm sorry."

"What stuff?" I asked.

"Stuff," he started, "in public," he continued.

"That makes no sense," I whispered, "I went down on you outside."

"That was at my house," he clarified.

"Still, we could have been caught. There was a party. It was pretty public," I snapped back.

"We weren't out in the open or on the street. It was public private," he reasoned.

"Ok," I dismissed him.

"Erica," he pleaded, "I just like my private life to stay private. What I do behind closed doors, should stay behind closed doors."

"So can I kiss you in public?" I asked, challenging him.

"Yes, Erica, of course," he sighed.

"Really? With or without tongue?"

"Erica," he warned.

"Can I hold your hand? Touch your shoulder? Your neck? Your thigh?" I continued.

"Erica," he groaned.

"What? What is too much for you?" I asked.

"Things within reason, please," he responded, obviously frustrated. I looked back at him and considered.

"What should we do, if we are in public and what to make things more private?" I asked.

"Don't be mean Erica," he snapped, still convinced that I was making fun of him.

"I'm not," I responded, softening my tone, "Seriously, what if the mood strikes?" He looked back at me, realizing that I was negotiating. He carefully smiled back at me and blushed slightly.

"I don't know, maybe have a signal?" he mumbled. I couldn't help but laugh. "I know, I know," he said laughing with me.

"What, like pulling my ear or something?" I giggled.

"Well," he stared, "Yes. But not that."

"So what then?" I asked, smiling at him.

"How about," he thought, "taking off one of your earrings?"

"What?" I smiled.

"It's subtle but still noticeable. Women lose their earrings all the time." A seductive smile spread across my face.

"So what if I just happen to lose my earring?" I teased.

"Then, you'll just have to deal me whisking you away," he teased back.

"Poor me," I giggled, "What about you? You aren't going to start wearing earrings, are you?"

"No, I'll just take the earring off myself," he grinned as his eyes looked me up and down. They way he said it was oddly arousing. 

"Well," I smiled, "that is only if I'm willing to forgive you." I turned my focus back to my meal.

By the time dessert arrived we were too busy making eyes across the table to notice. After the meal was finished we thanked the chef and walked out to hotel bar for a few more drinks. He made feel so pampered and taken care of. We were openly but subtly flirting with each other and it was driving me wild. But something in the pit of my stomach was gnawing at me. All the time Elliot was turning me on, my brain kept drifting to thoughts of Alex, trying to compare the two. I tried to push the thoughts away and focus on the present moment with Elliot and presently, I was one happy woman. 

I decided to push things further. Mid-conversation I carefully reached up to massage my neck. Then I reached a little higher and pulled my earring off and put it in my bag. I carefully let my hand brush his thigh as I made of point in our conversation. He took the hint and looked up at my ears. Instantly, his demeanor changed. His eyes began to race over my body. My every movement was under sexual scrutiny. He wanted to go. I just sat and slowly sipped on my drink enjoying the attention. He moved closer to me and began to find moments to whisper in my ear or playfully massage my shoulder. He rested his hand on my knee, I grabbed in and pulled it higher under my dress.

"Do you want to get a cab?" I whispered.

"How about a room?" he offered as he playfully squeezed my thigh and lead me out of the bar.

I barely had time to look around the hotel suite before Elliot's hands were around my hips and his lips were on mine. He picked me up and laid me down on the bed as he kissed me. He pressed his hips against mine, grinding against me desperately. I had never seen this much desire from him, it was intoxicating. He pushed his hands up my dress and pulled it off of me. I began to open his shirt and unbutton his pants. I rolled on top of him and took my bra off, he grabbed my breasts and began to suck them. I dug my fingers into his hair. Between moans I finished getting his shirt off. As I straddled him I pulled his pants open and began to massage his cock through his underwear. He was hard. When I reached into his underwear and I wrapped my hands around him he groaned and pulled my mouth to his. He began to grind into my hand. He kissed my neck and his hands went to my hips as he turned me over to my back. He slowly peeled off my panties kissing every inch if skin on the way down. He eased my legs apart before kissing his way back up my body. He put his fingers inside me and began to slowly go in and out of me. He was making me appreciate being slowly driven to the edge instead of roughly pulled over. He brought his mouth to my pussy and began to lap my clit in long slow circles. I clutched the sheets under me. I gripped his head with my thighs as he continued to eat me out. My thoughts drifted to Alex, to the look in his eyes when he wanted me, the feel of his body against mine, his tongue. But, as Elliot continued to work me over, my thoughts turned from what Alex had done to me, to what Elliot was doing to me. I felt myself begin to cum.

"Elliot!" I cried. He didn't stop until I pushed his mouth and fingers away, as I grew painfully sensitive. He brought himself up and I grabbed him and kissed him deeply in my haze. He got on top of me and began to ease himself inside of me. I moaned because of how slow he was going. But, when he was finally all the way inside of me, he started up with the same shallow thrusts he usually did. He pinned my hips down and thrust. I felt my arousal begin to wane. I pushed his hands away. He insisted, then I asked,

"Are you going to cum Elliot?"

"Yes," he groaned.

"Don't," I said, "Slow down, I want to enjoy you." He looked down at me, confused. It was like no one had ever said that to him before. "Come on," I smiled. I rolled my hips, slowing him down. He took a deep breath and joined my pace. "Oh my God," I moaned. With him going slower, he felt amazing. I began to let my hips wind into his. He moaned into my ear. I pulled his hips into me and made him go deeper but still slowly. I reached between us and began to massage my clit. He held my face and kissed me. I got lost in it. His eyes were still shut. I whispered, sweetly,

"Open your eyes for me, look at me, please." I saw the hesitation in his face. Then he did. His beautiful green eyes looked back at me. He had freckles from the summer sun. His gaze was incredibly honest and intense. He was physically and emotionally naked in-front of me. He trusted me. I closed my eyes as I felt them brim with tears. I didn't want him to see me cry. I was a liar. That I had this incredible desire for both him and another man. Then I heard,

"Stay with me," in a hurried whisper.

I timidly looked back at him, he smiled. My eyes began to dry. He looked confident and self-assured as he slowly picked up the pace with me. Seeing him like this was incredibly hot. I felt my pussy tighten. I saw him lose focus for a second, then get it back. He thrust harder. Slowly, surprisingly, I felt myself begin to cum. As I clenched around him, I saw his face twist in pleasure, trying to hold on. I held his hips into mine, wanting to pull him as deep as possible. I moaned loudly, happy that I finally came with him inside me. "Shit," he hissed. When I was done, I felt small aftershocks in my legs and toes as I rocked against his body. He smiled down at me and playfully began to grind his hips into mine. He was still hard. A first. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I pushed him out of me, he groaned. I playfully pushed him off of me. I had finally figured out a use for his typical short hard thrusts and tight grip on my hips. 

I crawled off the bed and found the nearest piece of furniture. An armchair. I bent over it and spread myself out, ass up, in-front of him. He crawled off the bed and took the invitation. He stood up and eased himself into me from behind. I gasped, he felt so good this way. He began to screw me slowly like before.

"Faster," I whispered. He went a little faster. "Fuck me Elliot! Faster!" I whimpered. He gripped my hips and began to furiously thrust into me like he always did. But this time, both of us let out loud moans of pleasure. From this position he could go so deep, and his grip on my hips gave him such control that, with a little direction, he was hammering my spot inside of me. Hearing him grunt behind me and the vibrations of our bodies slamming together against the chair got me so close. I could tell he was getting close too. His thrusts became more urgent and insistent. I felt my pussy begin to spasm again. He cock felt so hard inside me, he was going to cum too. I let myself go as, for the first time, both of us came together.

***

"Hey girl," Patricia mumbled as we met in the elevator. It had been a long day at work. We were both exhausted and she had been in a funk all day. As we walked towards the train, I finally felt like I could ask her about it. 

"What's going on?" I asked. She looked back at me and smiled weakly. 

"Alex drama," she groaned. It sounded like this was worse than their usual spats.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I mumbled. She nodded and drifted off into her melancholy. They did get together and break up every week, but I had no idea they were having trouble like this.

"It's my own fault," she started, "I know who he is. He warned me that he didn't want a relationship and he likes to keep things casual, but it still sucks. He's starting to just disappear. Even when he's with me, he's distant." she sighed, "It's like he's moved on to someone else," she muttered under her breath.

"Patricia--" I started, but she kept going. It seemed that she just need to vent. 

"Even the sex is getting boring! He's losing interest in me. But, I knew this could happen right? He was upfront with me about that," she rambled, "But it doesn't change the fact that it feels shitty."

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, suddenly feeling very guilty. 

"It was just so sudden." She stopped and turned to me, choosing her words carefully. "I know this is a crazy-girl question and I hate to ask you this but, have you seen any other girls around the apartment with him? Or on the phone? Or whatever?"

"No! Never," I insisted. It was truth, but not the whole truth.

"I guess he's just getting bored," she mumbled. She rubbed her eyes as we waited for the train. She quickly changed the subject and asked if the express train was still running. She put on a brave face but she was obviously hurting. This was why I didn't do casual relationships, someone always walked away hurt. I tried to cheer her up, but I could tell she just needed some space. 

I waved goodbye as I got off at my stop. She gave me a quick smile, but as the train doors closed, I saw her face fall. I knew what I had to do. I had to end whatever was going on with Alex. It was clearly messing up everything.

***

A few days later, I finally got the chance to have a sit down with Alex, but not the way I wanted. I was supposed to see the latest summer blockbuster with Elliot, but 45 minutes before, I got a phone call.

"Hey Erica. I'm sorry, I have to cancel on tonight babe." It was him. 

"Really? What's going on?" I asked, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice.

"I just got a call," he said, "One of my best friends just got laid off. They're a bit of a mess right now. I have to go rescue them from a bar in Brooklyn. Rain check?" I couldn't be mad at him for that. I'd do the same thing for Patricia.

"Of course," I sighed, "Of course. Give them a hug for me."

"Thanks babe, I'll see you soon."

A little let down, I decided to have a quiet night in. I changed out of my date clothes and pulled on shorts and a t-shirt. I turned on the TV in the living room and started scrolling through Netflix. I went to go grab a snack. As I shuffled around in the kitchen I heard Alex's footsteps. I had no idea he was home. I, carefully, looked at him over my shoulder as he entered the kitchen. It was first time I had been alone with him since that night. He was silent but his eyes said it all. He was upset. He kept his distance, but his eyes studied me. I looked back at him, trying to look friendly.

"Hey stranger," I smiled. He raised his eyebrows in brief recognition. He continued to stare at me. Uncomfortable, I felt the need to keep talking. "Do you need something?" I asked.

He nodded, still staring and studying. He sat down at the kitchen table. I settled across from him. "What?" I asked, growing uncomfortable under his gaze.

"We need to talk," he said, finally.

"I know," I responded. I looked at him expectantly. I felt nervous. I had never seen Alex like this before. He was distant and suspicious of me. "Why don't you start, because I don't really know what to say," I admitted.

"What the actual fuck was that?" he asked. He was pissed.

"I don't know," I smiled, innocently, trying to be coy.

"Don't bullshit me," he snapped as his face got cold.

"I'm not." I shifted in my chair. "I don't know." I tried to find words and failed.

"For someone who doesn't want to be friends with benefits, you seem pretty intent on cheating," he said.

"Cheating?" I yelped.

"You have a boyfriend," he responded dismissively, "I think that is the definition of cheating."

"We didn't have sex," I insisted.

"No, we didn't. I'm assuming that's because you're boyfriend finally figured out how to make you cum."

"Alex!" I yelled, "There is no need to be an asshole." He shifted across from me. "Can talk to each other like adults please?"

"Ok," he started, "Why did you feel the need to be a blue balling bitch-"

"Excuse me!" I interrupted, but he just talked over me.

"--after you said that you were not interested in pursuing anything sexually with me!" he yelled. 

"You were the one teasing me every chance you got!" I shouted. I took a moment to calm down, I didn't want to get into a yelling match with him. "You deserved a little payback," I shot back. He looked at me for a moment, then,

"Well, where do we go from here?"

"I don't know," I mumbled, "I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you ok?"

"After that little show you put on? What do you think?" he spat.

"I'm sorry about that." I admitted, "That was--" 

"Mean?" he snapped, "Cruel? Cold? Ruthless? Am I getting close?" 

"What about you?" I challenged. I wasn't going to let him corner me. "You're the one saying yes and no and leading me on," I rambled. Alex laughed. That just made me angrier. "You walk around shirtless. You touch me. You whisper dirty things in my ear. You undress me with your eyes."

"You straddled me in lingerie and made me watch while you pleasured yourself," he stated, restraining his anger. "You did let me suck your tits, but other than that, I was watching."

"I know," I admitted, "I know this is confusing, but I meant what I said before."

"What did you say?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Because you have been saying and doing a lot of different things lately."

"I'm not interested in anything casual," I clarified, not only for him, but for myself.

"Yet, we keep almost fucking," he pushed.

"Yes, yes we do," I admitted.

"So, maybe we need to figure something out." I hated how condescending he was being.

"What?" I snipped, "We have to stop, there is no other option."

"Or, we just don't tell anyone about us," he offered.




Roommates Ch. 05



"Alex, that would just be a mess," I explained.

"It's obvious that Elliot can't do what I can, sexually. And I know I'm, emotionally, not what you want. So, why not have your cake and eat it too."

"You make it sound so--" I mumbled. He cut me off.

"It's really quite simple. We just agree to keep this between the two of us. We can stop when either of us wants to, no questions asked." He, finally cracked a smile, but his eyes were still distant. "It's really fun to have something secret. I think you're just afraid of how much you would enjoy it." I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. I hated to admit it, but he was winning me over. 

"If I agree to this," I started.

"Yes," he smiled, looking victorious.

"If," I asserted, "If I say okay, we can't ever tell anyone. Anyone. Ever. And no holding this over someone's head. No blackmail."

"Of course," he chuckled.

"Alex, I'm being serious!" I warned.

"I am too," he said. He stared at me, his eyes dark with lust. I looked back at him across the table. What was I getting myself into? What had I already gotten myself into? The attraction between us was undeniable. And even though I was repairing things with Elliot, Alex was the distraction that I kept coming back to. Maybe I just needed to get him out of my system. I know it sounds crazy, but maybe the best way out of this wasn't to deny it, it was to go through it. At this point something had to be done. It was going to happen one way or another, so why not have it be on my own terms?

"Ok," I whispered.

"What?" he asked, shocked.

"Ok. Sure. Let's do it." His face broke into a wolfish grin as he got up from the table and moved towards me. I quickly got up and maintained the distance between us. "I'm just saying that I will explore the possibility of this," I clarified. 

His eyes drifted over my body. He looked like his was planning all the things he was going to do to me. I squirmed under his gaze. His eyes were anything but sweet, they were hungry. Just the way he looked at me made me begin to get wet.

"So, you like getting off in front of people," he stated. Instantly, I turned bright red,

"Alex," I whispered.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself last time." His eyes held mine as he cornered me against the kitchen counter. Suddenly, he grabbed my hips and lifted me up on the counter. I gasped as he settled himself between my legs. I had never really be afraid of Alex, but he was definitely still mad about the other night and I had just given him permission to exact sexual revenge. I, timidly, tried to kiss him. He pushed me away. 

"No," he said, "No. Actually, I want a little reprise of the other night," he chuckled as his hands rested on my hips.

"What?" I whispered.

"You said we could explore. I want to explore watching you."

"Alex, that was--I can't--" He stopped me.

"You can and you will!" he barked. I jumped. He slowly backed away from me. He grabbed a chair from the table and positioned it in-front of me. He sat down. "Take off your shorts." I slid off the counter. Shyly, I began to peel myself out of my shorts. "Faster," he commanded. I quickly let them fall to my ankles. "Good. Now your panties," he continued without missing a beat. I quickly let those fall too. "Get back on the counter." I did. "Spread your legs for me." I slowly let my legs open. "Wider." I leaned back and opened them wider. I was so wet that I could smell myself. He could too. He smiled. "Now, show me again."

"Alex, I don't think--" I stumbled. I was incredibly self-conscious. I know I had done this for him already, but this was different.

"I didn't ask what you thought," he stated simply, "I want you to show me, again," he repeated. He pulled his shirt off over his head. I must have been beet red from embarrassment. "Erica," he said. I looked at him, he softened a bit. "Don't be shy baby. After the last time, it's all I can think about." I could see the bulge forming in his jeans. Him shirtless and horny in front of me was all the assurance I needed. I sucked on two of my fingers to get them wet, then I slowly started to rub my clit. My nipples hardened in my bra. I got a little faster as I began to get more aroused. I began to remember how I felt the last time I did this, how sexy and powerful I felt and that gave me the confidence to keep going. I reached under my shirt to play with my nipples. I sighed. I began to rub my clit faster. I eased a finger into myself. I closed my eyes and moaned. I remembered the way it felt the first time Alex fucked me in the Hamptons and my pussy began to ache. I closed my eyes savoring the memory. I smiled.

Suddenly, I felt Alex grab my hand. I opened my eyes only to see him standing between my legs. He replaced my hand with his and began to rub the outside of my pussy. He began to stroke my clit, teasing me. I wriggled under his touch wanting more. He pressed against my clit with more intention and began to move in the same slow circles I used on myself. I moaned, "Yes," he smiled "You seem to like that," he teased, "How about this?" he asked as he changed his movement on my clit. Instantly my hips bucked into his hand, wanting more. He chuckled and pressed my hips back on the counter and kept going. It was driving me crazy. I felt my pussy getting wet and achy. I wanted something inside of me. He slowly pushed two fingers into me and pressed his thumb against my clit. I whimpered in pleasure. He bit his lip as his eyes raced over my body. My hips began to grind against his hand. Every so often he'd change his grip in my pussy and I'd moan. But soon I began to get frustrated. I was getting close, but not close enough. As his fingers slid in and out of me, I really wanted to grab his head and push it between my legs. Finally I whispered,

"Alex."

"Yes?" he responded.

"I...I need you to..." I trailed off.

"To what Erica? Use your words," he said.

"To go down on me," I whispered, blushing turning away from him. He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Now, why would I do that?" he groaned into my ear.

"Because," I whispered, "Because I want to cum," I confessed. 

"What? You can't cum from my fingers?" he challenged. Just as I tried to form an answer, he began to thrust the full length his fingers in and out of me, while his thumb made rough circles around my clit. I cried out loudly in surprise. My toes began to curl as I got closer. I began to grind against his hand. He roughly groped my tits through my shirt. He let me get closer. Then, "Not yet Erica," he said as, abruptly, he stopped. He pulled his fingers out of me. I whimpered. He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and carried me out of the kitchen. He playfully smacked my ass as he carried me into his room. I began to laugh. He threw me down on his bed. But, the moment I saw the look in his eyes I stopped laughing. His eyes were consumed with lust. They were animalistic. I suddenly felt trapped, like I was his prey. He stared me down as he took off his jeans and pulled down his briefs. He was hard and huge. He paused for a second then he said,

"You made me beg. No one makes me beg." It rolled of his tongue like it was a simple explanation, almost like it was an apology. No, definitely an apology. Before I could figure out what he was apologizing for, he quickly crawled on top of me, spread my legs wide open, grabbed my hips and slammed himself into me.

"Alex!" I screamed. He dug into my hips and slammed into me again. He moaned, satisfying himself in my pussy. He was so big it hurt. He filled my pussy, stretching me every time. He pushed my shirt up over my breasts and roughly pulled the cups of my bra down so he could grab my tits as he fucked me. He groped them, pushing them together as he got faster. He was using me for his pleasure. He didn't seem to care if I came, he just wanted satisfaction from my body. Even if he didn't seem to care about getting me off, he definitely was. I began moan with every thrust as I got close again, the feeling of his cock deep inside me was driving me to the edge.

"Do you like that you little slut?" he asked between thrusts.

"Yes!" I cried.

He smiled. He pulled out of me and pulled me up to sitting. "Take those off," he said dismissively referring to my shirt and bra. As I did, he moved to sit with his back resting against the headboard. His cock bounced against his stomach. He quickly reached out and grabbed the back of my head and lead it down to his cock. "Suck it," he seethed. He kept his grip on my head as I began to take his cock in my mouth and, slowly, pressed. "All of it," he groaned. I opened my mouth wide to take all of him in. I could taste my pussy on him. I made my tongue relax and tried not to gag as he hit the back of my throat. He kept pressing, so I took him in further, sliding him down my throat. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore I felt my lips meet the base of his cock, he moaned loudly and, finally, he let go. 

I gasped for air as his cock slid out of my mouth. He looked pleased. I settled between his legs and took his cock back into my mouth. This time it was easier. I swirled my tongue around as my head bobbed up and down. I covered his cock with my spit. His hands rested in my hair, massaging my scalp, as his hips began to roll. I brought my hand to his balls and began to softly massage them. "Shit Erica," he moaned. I pressed him all the way back into my throat again. I loved it. I loved knowing that I was getting him off. But, just as I got used to deep throating him, his hips began to buck, harder, into my mouth. I lost my rhythm. As I tried to get it back he groaned and roughly grabbed my head. He held me still as he began to fuck my throat. He pushed his cock all the way into my mouth again and moaned, "Swallow." I did as if I could swallow his cock whole. The moment I did, he came. "Fuck!" he groaned as his cum shot down my throat. I swallowed every drop. 

As he softened, he easily slid out of my mouth. I looked up at him. He smiled back at me. His eyes were heavy from his orgasm. He rested back against the headboard. "Come here," he whispered. I brought my face to his. He kissed me passionately, running his tongue over mine, tasting himself in my mouth. I moaned. I straddled him and pressed myself against his body. I was crazy with lust, I needed to cum. But, his kisses were intoxicating and distracting me. He slowly ran his hands over my body. Just tracing his fingertips over my shoulders and back. I was grinding myself against him, desperately trying to get release.

"Alex," I whimpered, he just grabbed my face and went back to kissing me. I brought my hand between my legs and began to rub my clit myself. I sighed into his mouth. He quickly reached down and ripped my hand away. "Please Alex," I begged. He just started back at me, unimpressed. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

"For what?" he asked as he looked back at me.

"For what I did." 

"What did you do?" 

"I teased you," I confessed.

"And?" he asked, wanting clarification.

"I made you beg. I'm so sorry." I looked back at him, genuinely penitent.

"Are you?" he asked, while he took his other hand and began to roll one of my nipples. That made me moan.

"Yes, I really am," I said as my hips began to grind against his. He kissed my neck. It just made me more frustrated. "I'm begging you," I whined. He just started biting my neck, teasing me. Frustrated, I grabbed the hand that was on my breast, pressed it between my legs. "Please," I whispered. Then before he could pull his hand away I pushed two of his fingers with mine into my wet pussy. "I need to cum," I said. I moaned as I slid my fingers into my pussy with his, showing him how badly I need him to fuck me.

"Well," he chuckled, "since you asked so nicely..." he trailed off as he slowly began to work his fingers in and out of my pussy with mine, I cried out loudly as my head tilted back in pleasure. He flipped me onto my back. He pulled my hand away and quickly buried his head between my legs. He began to lick my clit in a way that made my eyes roll into the back of my head. Immediately I began to feel my pussy tighten. I looked down at him to see him looking up at me. His gaze was intense and primal, the message was clear, we wasn't going to stop until I came. I relaxed my legs wider so he could suck my clit in and out of his mouth. I began to writhe. My hands ran across his hair and across my body. I didn't know what to do with myself. I just wanted pleasure and he was going to give it to me. I nearly screamed when felt myself cum. I wrapped my legs around his head as I twisted around on his bed. He didn't stop until I pushed his mouth away. 

As I lay in a haze, he crawled up my body and kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself in his mouth. After a few moments he began to press himself against my thigh. I looked down and saw that his beautiful cock was hard again. I smiled and pulled his hips up to my chest. He quickly straddled me and began to rub his cock in between my tits and over my nipples. I sucked him into my mouth. He looked down at me and growled in pleasure. It made me moan around his cock. I squeezed my tits together and he began to thrust his cock between them. I occasionally took the tip into my mouth as we rocked back and forth. He groaned when I did. Soon both of us wanted something more.

He got off of my chest and positioned himself under me and sat me on his lap. My hands rested on his chest for balance. I slowly eased myself onto his cock. I was so wet that his huge cock easily slid in and out of me. He reached forward and fingered my clit. I began to ride him faster. He heard him grunt as he tried to keep up with me. I moaned as I felt myself getting close. But, he grabbed my hips and slowed us down. He began to fuck me slowly, moaning, as he enjoyed every inch of me. And me feeling every inch of him made my toes curl. I leaned back on his chest and began to kiss him. He kept a hand on my clit and brought his other hand to my tits. He carefully pinched my nipples while he fucked me. I could feel myself beginning to cum. He did too. 

"That's it," he moaned, "Cum for me." He kissed me and held my hips as I arched my back. He furiously thrust into me. I worked my clit with my fingers.

"Alex!" I yelled as I broke our kiss and felt myself quickly fall over the edge. I came, hard, around his cock. My legs were shaking as my hips jerked up on down. Finally, I felt myself go limp in his arms. His hands ran over my tits and stomach. I rested my head on his shoulder as I caught my breath. Then, his hips began to move again.

"You think we're done?" he teased. His voice made me come to. It was only then that I realized that he was still hard and still inside me. He chuckled as he easily flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my ass against his crotch. He quickly slid himself into me from behind. The sounds of his body slapping against mine began to get me going all over again. I began to thrust back against him. He just grabbed my hips and thrust deeper into me. I began to rub my clit, wanting to cum again. He reached forward and began to play with my tits and bite my neck. I quickly felt another orgasm coming. I moaned into the bed, getting closer. I felt my toes curl. I cried into the bed.

"Goddamn it," he groaned as he slid himself all the way in me, enjoying my pussy pulsing around his cock as I came. He let me rest for a moment before turning me onto my back.

He wiped my hair out of my face, put my legs on his shoulders and pushed his still hard cock into me. He looked at me like I was something to be devoured. I spread my legs wide, he brought his fingers between us and rubbed my clit. My head craned back in a moan. He then brought his fingers to my mouth. I could taste my pussy on them. I began to lick and suck them clean. Only he could do this to me. Only he could get me to behave like a sex starved whore.

He slowed his pace to watch me suck his fingers. Once he was satisfied. He began to suck my tits, occasionally nibbling them as he began to fuck me faster. He pulled me in for a kiss. His tongue fucked my mouth while is cock fucked my pussy. He held my face, wanting to keep his eyes with mine. He looked into me, through me, to the core of my desire. He brought his hand back to my clit. I saw the glint in his eyes when I reacted. No matter how I wavered, he kept our eye contact. First he punished me by not letting my cum, now he was punishing me by making me cum as many times as he could. He smiled, as he studied me. Watching. Waiting. Suddenly, I felt myself cumming again. My hips began to move in their own rhythm. My breath became heavy and I let out a long, loud,

"Oh my God!" as he ripped another orgasm out of me. He pulled out of me and gave me a wide grin before kissing me. I was covered in sweat and was so far past exhaustion that I felt alive. So, when he put his cock back into me, instead of feeling annoyed, I was exhilarated, "Alex!" I cried in both pleasure in shock. I returned his intense gaze. I moved my hips with his. I kissed him, sucking his tongue into my mouth. I heard him moan. "Harder," I whimpered as I grabbed his ass. He brought me to the edge of the bed, stood up, grabbed my hips and began to fuck me harder and faster than before. I latched my legs around him. My whole body rocked forward and back with the strength of his thrusts. My tits bounced. He hammered away at that sweet spot in my pussy. Pretty soon, I felt my pussy begin to tighten again. Instead of disbelieving it, I just let my orgasm wash over me. Even he look surprised, delighted, but still surprised. As he rode out my orgasm, I felt his cock getting stiff, his hips weren't so fluid anymore. He was gonna cum. 

He pulled out of me. "Kneel," he commanded. I obeyed. He reached down and pushed two fingers in my mouth, opening it wide. "Stay," he whispered. Then, he began to jerk himself off in front of my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and looked up at him, knowing what was coming. I heard his breath catch. "Fuck!" he growled loudly as long warm ropes of cum shot into my mouth and began to drizzle over my chest. He pushed his hand into the bed as his knees began to buckle. I looked up at him, watching his face contort with pleasure. I began to spread his cum across my tits, rubbing it into my skin. "Oh my God," he moaned as he smiled down at me. He reached down, grabbed my face and roughly pulled me to my feet. "Open wide. I want to see my cum in your mouth." I did. "Now swallow," he whispered darkly. I did, he watched my face intently as I did. He smiled. "Good girl." He kissed me roughly. Suddenly, he turned me around and bent me over the bed. He smacked my ass before spreading my legs and burying his face in my pussy. I laughed

"Alex! I can't cum anymore! I can't!" I yelped. 

"Oh, yes you can," he replied. His laugh got muffled in my pussy. I began to giggle uncontrollably.

"I'm telling you, I'm done!" I yelped as he ran his tongue over my pussy. I spread my legs wider. He shoved his tongue inside me. My laughter quickly became peppered with high pitched moans. He fucked my pussy with his tongue. Then he expertly rolled his fingers over my clit. I couldn't believe it. He was right. I could cum again. He swirled his tongue inside of me. My hands clutched the sheets as my thighs begin to tremble. I began to whimper and shake as I came again. Exhausted, I tried to push him away but he just wrapped his arms around my legs and latched his face onto my pussy, determined to get yet another orgasm out of me. "Holy shit!" I yelled, as his tongue did something impossible to describe. But whatever he was doing made my single orgasm multiply. I rode the waves of his tongue as I came again. I vaguely remember him letting go of my legs and pulling me into bed next to him. I was spent and covered in sweat and cum. He kissed me softly on my shoulder. I rolled over to look at him. He began to kiss me sweetly, stoking my face. He smiled at me in out post-coital haze. He looked amazed and exhausted. I was still unable to put sentences together. I curled up next him and fell asleep.




Roommates Ch. 05



TBC...



Roommates Ch. 06



Hello!

Thank you to everyone for your feedback! I know its a long time between updates. Life decided to dump a bunch of stuff on me this month, but I do plan on finishing this story. Anyways, here is chapter 6. Its short but sweet, which means chapter 7 will follow shortly! Enjoy!

-Aeli

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I woke up at 3am in Alex's bed. I hadn't meant to sleep there for as long as I did. When I woke up, his arms were wrapped around me, his chest was pressed against my back and his dormant cock was nestled against my ass. I slid out of his embrace. He rolled deep into his sheets, missing the warmth of my body. He looked so sweet, deceptively sweet. As I got out of his bed and got to my feet, I realized how sore I was and how sore I was going to be. I carefully made my way back to my room. I smelled like sex and Alex. I stumbled into my bathroom and turned on the shower.

So, it was official. I was fucking my roommate. Just thinking that statement made me relax. For the first time in weeks I felt at ease. I wasn't trying to deny our attraction or shut down my feelings. And I was fucking him because no one had ever done things like that to me before. Not even my boyfriend. My boyfriend. I told myself that I would just do it a few more times and then I'd call it off. I'd get Alex out of my system. Or Alex would get bored. We would get tired of each other and move on. There was no way we could maintain this level of attraction. Simply, things would taper off and we could get back to our significant others. I repeated that over and over again to myself. It comforted me as I curled up in my sheets and slept. But, that night my dreams were full of heartache and loneliness. It seemed that some part of me knew better.

The next morning I was indeed very sore. I lay in my bed until I smelled coffee wafting in from the kitchen. I pulled on some shorts and a shirt and followed the smell. I found Alex in his underwear drinking coffee and checking his phone at the table.

"Hi," I said, shyly.

"Hello," Alex grinned. I felt his eyes follow me as I poured myself a cup. But this time I wasn't afraid of meeting his gaze. I looked back at him coyly over my mug as I went into the living room. He followed me.

We settled in-front of the TV. I pulled up the DVR and began to shift through all the shows I had recorded. As I scrolled through options, he began to play footsie with me. I smiled. It was oddly charming to have him flirt with me in such a boyish way. When I finally picked a show, he wrapped his leg over my thigh and pulled me into his chest. As we watched the show everything felt right. We were still in our own secret world, nothing from outside had come in to burst our bubble. But then, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Elliot.

"Meeting an old friend on the UWS for brunch. Wanna join?"

I considered the text for a minute. I was so comfortable with Alex, and the idea of spending the weekend with him in the apartment was tempting. Too tempting. I closed my phone, got off the couch and went to my room.

"What's up?" Alex asked from the living room.

"I'm grabbing brunch with some friends," I said.

"Oh, well," I heard him hesitate.

"What?" I yelled back.

"Nothing. Have fun." I quickly got dressed and grabbed my bag. When I went back into the living room Alex was already wrapped in the TV show. I hurried past him and I closed the door behind me.

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"Erica, this is Max," Elliot smiled at me and kissed me sweetly on the cheek. Max got up and shook my hand. He looked like a typical clean cut Ivy League graduate. We chatted about the economy and world events while we got tipsy on mimosas and gorged ourselves on pancakes. Elliot carefully held my hand under the table. I was surprised by how much I was enjoying myself. I was having no problems being with Elliot after Alex, or dealing with being attracted to two men at once. I was smoothly compartmentalizing what I was feeling. And as the mimosas went to my head, I felt myself getting cocky. I playfully rested my hand on Elliot's knee, running my fingers over his kneecap. I flashed him sexy little glances while engaging in the conversation. But then I heard, 

"Elliot?" A red headed woman on the street stopped at our table, "Oh my God, I didn't realize you were here!" she squealed.

"Yeah, Max and I were grabbing brunch," Elliot mumbled as he quickly got up and, discreetly brush my hand off his knee. 

"Elliot?" I asked, vaguely offended by how strange he was being. 

"Erica," he smiled, "This is this is Charlotte. Charlotte, Erica." I reached forward and shook her hand. She was beautiful. I had seen her before, she was definitely one of Elliot friends, but we had never been formally introduced. I felt myself begin to get possessive and almost threatened by her beauty. I wrapped my arm around Elliot's waist. He shifted against me uncomfortably.

"Oh! I've heard so much about you! Great to finally meet you," she said as she flashed me a perfectly pearly white smile. I smiled back, suddenly very conscious about the color of my teeth. The more I looked at her, the more I realized that she was, for lack of a better word, perfect. She was stunning, like traffic-stopping-stunning. "You guys got room for one more?" she asked.

"T-Totally!" Max stuttered, enamored with her beauty. She quickly went inside to make her way to our table out on the patio. Max pulled up a chair. I looked at Elliot.

"She's the one who lost her job," he quickly responded, "I apologize in advance if things get messy."

"What do you mean?" I whispered.

"Max and Char used to be a thing," Elliot whispered as Max set up a place for her, "She's not taking the break up or the job loss well and she isn't too good at holding her liquor, but-"

"Are those mimosas?" Charlotte chirped as she sat down to our table. She quickly poured herself a glass. The waitress came over to offer her a menu, but she dismissed her and ordered another carafe of mimosas. Elliot clenched my hand under the table nervously. As we ate, Charlotte unrolled a litany of her sorrows. She drank most of the new carafe of mimosas. By the end of the meal she was almost too drunk to talk.

"You are so cute," she slurred to Max as she wrapped her arm around his shoulders. Max laughed nervously. Elliot got up and made his way to the front. I followed him.

"I'm sorry about this," he said, "I'm going to call her a car."

"Poor thing," I mumbled as I wrapped myself around his arm. He smiled at me. He fiddled with one of my earrings. I smiled.

"You gonna take it or what?" I whispered into his ear as I pressed my body against him. I nibbled on his ear lobe as he talked to the car service. I loved how his voice jumped as he tried to carry on a regular conversation with the operator. When he hung up the phone he pulled me in for a surprisingly passionate kiss. "I thought you hated PDA," I whispered. He just bit his lip and, slyly, took off my earring. I blushed.

"You didn't call me a car?" Charlotte shouted from across the resturant, "Did you? I'm not that drunk!" I looked over and Charlotte was leaned against Max in the door. Elliot looked back at me, disappointed.

"Come on Char, lets get you home," Elliot said as he pulled her away from Max. Like magic, the car pulled up to collect Charlotte. Elliot carefully poured her into the car.

"You are so cute," she giggled, "You got me a car. Like a princess?"

"Yes, like a princess," Elliot mumbled, obviously annoyed. Elliot began giving the driver directions. He was telling him to drop her off downtown and then to drive him and I back to his place. I was about to shut the passenger door when Charlotte shoved it back open and threw up all over the sidewalk. We all froze. Elliot turned to me and handed my earring back.

"I have make sure she gets back ok," he frowned, "I'll see you soon," he whispered and kissed me on the forehead before pushing Charlotte back into the car and climbing into the passenger seat.

Disappointed, I walked back to my apartment. The living room was empty. I threw my bag down and grabbed my laptop from my room. I needed to catch up on emails and on the latest series on HBO. I slouched onto the couch and pulled up the DVR. I spent the rest of the day catching up with work and popular culture. I ordered in Chinese. I was half way through a carton of sesame chicken when I heard Alex's door open. 

"Is that Chinese?" he yelled from his room.

"Maybe," I yelled back.

"You couldn't ask if I wanted something?"

"I didn't know you were here!" I yelled back. He emerged from his room in shorts and a t-shirt. He looked disappointed. He pointed at my half finished carton.

"There is no way you are going to finish that," he smiled. I shook my head. "C'mon Erica, you never finish it." I insisted. "I'm just going to get a fork and sit here. Just in case."

"You can always get your own," I offered.

"How was brunch?" he asked as he crossed the living room to the kitchen. I couldn't help but watch him as he walked past me. He was a man that looked just as good coming as he did going.

"Great, until we had to take care of a one of Elliot's drunk friends," I mumbled.

"Elliot," he scoffed.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said. I heard him fiddling around in the kitchen. I went back to emails. After awhile he came back into the living room with a fork and a soda. I looked at him. I looked at the fork. "What?" he grinned. I handed him the rest of the carton.

"I can't believe you sometimes," I mumbled. 

"Thank you baby," he said as he flashed me a sweet smile. I couldn't help but smile back. "What are you watching?" he asked as he settled next to me. 

"Latest thing on HBO," I answered. He grunted in response. I split my focus in-between work and the show until the show began to pull my attention. In true HBO fashion, there was an absurd amount of sex only a few minutes into the show. As things were getting hot and heavy on screen I was the usual amount of titillated, but things were quite different when Alex was sitting next to me. He casually put his hand on my thigh.

"Usually, this is when I would fantasize about doing that with you," he whispered, "But, now..."

"What?" I blushed. He pulled my laptop out of my lap, put it on the coffee table and kissed me. He held the back of my head in his hands. His hands soon fell to my hips and pulled me closer to him. He began to kiss down my neck. I ran my hands up the front of his shirt. He quickly pulled his shirt off over his head to give me full access. He pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him. He grabbed my ass and pressed his hips against mine. He began to bury his face between my tits. I pulled his face back up to mine and kissed him. He broke the kiss. 

"We made a mess of my bed. Let's use yours," he said as he got up, with my legs still wrapped around his waist, and walked to my bedroom. We quickly fell into my bed. As he kissed me, he pulled my shorts and panties off. He settled between my legs and just looked at my pussy.

"What are you doing?" I giggled.

"Planning," he responded. I laughed. He lazily traced his fingers over my pussy. His light touches made me flinch. He spread me open and carefully blew over my clit. I squirmed at his touch. He grabbed my hips and held me still. He began to work his tongue against me. He took his time, teasing me, and licking me from back to front. I felt my wetness begin to pool between my thighs. I was sure I was going to make a spot on the bed. He eased a finger into me.

"Careful, I'm still sore," I whispered.

"So am I," he chuckled. He swirled his tongue around his finger, exploring the folds of me, tasting me. I moaned as he carefully massaged me. He pressed a second finger into me, stretching me. Then he delicately swirled another finger around my ass, not quite entering, just teasing me with the idea. I gasped. He rolled his tongue against my clit. Even though was lying down, I felt my knees buckle. I felt his fingers massage inside my pussy. He ate me out slowly. I grabbed his head as I got close. I spread my legs wider and he pressed into me. My hips began to grind against his mouth. I let go of his head and began to play with my nipples. I looked down at him only to catch him watching me writhe. I felt myself begin to cum and then quickly cum again.

As I lay there, recovering, he slowly kissed his way up my body. He carefully slid my shirt and bra off. He sucked on my tits and began to slowly grind against me, letting me feel his hardness through his shorts. As my pleasure subsided, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. He moaned into my mouth, obviously, needing release. I hooked my legs around his hips and flipped him on his back. He laughed in surprise. I slid down his body and made quick work of his shorts and briefs.

He was hard. I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked him all the way to the back of my throat. 

"Holy shit, Erica," he moaned. I loved the salty taste of his precum. I loved how he filled my mouth. I slowly drew him out of my mouth and then pulled him back in. His hips rose off the bed to meet me. He raked his fingers through my hair. 

"Fuck," he gasped, "How did you get so good at that?"

"You taught me," I quipped in the quick moment I took my mouth off his cock. I quickly engulfed him again to make my point. He groaned as his eyes rolled back in his head and his hips rolled into my mouth. I moaned around his cock. I took my time going up and down the length of him until his cock was cover in spit. I took my hand and began to swirl it up and down with my mouth. 

"Shit!" he cried, "Slow down, I don't wanna cum yet," he whispered as his hands pulled my head off his cock. I looked up at him. His face was flushed, he smiled down at me. He sat up, got closer to me and carefully pushed my hair out of my face. He began to stroke my face and just stare at me.

"What?" I asked, uncomfortable.

"Nothing," he whispered. His seemed lost in my face. I blushed.

"Stop it," I whispered. I tried to bury my head in his chest, he pulled me back up and kissed me, softly. He massaged my tongue with his, occasionally breaking to nibble my lip or trace a few kisses along my jaw or down my neck. He took his time exploring my mouth with his. I felt myself get light headed with desire. I wanted to fuck, but with every shift I was reminded that my pussy, my thighs, and my abs, all needed a break. The more he gave me his tongue the more I wanted him. I pulled his tongue into my mouth and sucked it, mimicking what I wanted to do to his cock. He moaned and pulled me closer to him. I felt his cock resting against my stomach. I began to kiss his neck and shoulders. He leaned back as I kissed my way across his chest. I flicked his nipples with my tongue. I kissed his abs and ran my tongue along the deep muscular V that ran from his stomach to his cock. 

I took him in my hand and ran my tongue up and down the side of his cock, pausing to swirl around the tip. I went lower and took his balls into my mouth. One and then the other. He moaned. I let my tongue dip down further. If he liked my ass so much, he must have some affection for his own. I carefully flicked my tongue across his asshole. He growled in pleasure in response. I went further. I swirled my tongue around the same way he did to me. He gripped my head and held it down.

"Good girl," he moaned as he spread his legs wider. I lathered the space between his ass and his balls with my tongue. I felt his cock get rock hard in my hand. I took one hand and pressed my fingers into the space my tongue once inhabited. I brought my head up and licked his cock while I did it. "Erica...Fuck," he groaned. I swallowed his cock, gulping against the tip as his pressed against the back of my throat. He came hard, shooting into my mouth. I swallowed all of it. I kissed my way up his body and rested against his chest. His eyes were heavy with satisfaction. He possessively pulled me into his chest. For a moment he just looked at me and smiled. He playfully stroked the side of my face. I blushed.

"Really?" he chuckled.

"What?" I whispered as I turned beet red.

"You're blushing," he smiled.

"What?" I giggled. Embarrassed, I buried my face in the covers. He carefully pulled the sheets off my head. I was still pink.

"You're so cute," he whispered as he played with my hair. "You left last night," he said, changing topics.

"Yeah, I'm picky about where I sleep," I mumbled.

"Well. Then," he started. I looked up at him, "can I stay here?"

"What?" I asked. I wanted to make sure I heard him correctly.

"Can I stay in your bed with you?" he asked.

"You already are," I smiled.

"I'm asking if I can stay the night Erica," he said as he eyes tried to read my face.

"What?" I repeated, trying to buy time. My mind was going a mile a minute. I'd never seen him be this vulnerable before.

"I like cuddling," he sputtered, looking away from me. Now it was his turn to be embarrassed.

"Really?!" I laughed.

"I know. I know," he groaned, "So?" he smiled, "Big spoon or little spoon?"

"Little spoon," I giggled. He wrapped his arms around me and curled up around my body. We slept.

***

That night I slept like a baby. I felt so safe comfortable nestled in his arms. In the morning, as I slowly woke up, I felt a familiar heat between my legs. I stretched as I woke up and realized that Alex's hand was snaked in-between my legs. He fingers were carefully massaging my pussy. I shifted. I felt his cock pressing into my back. He was, apparently, in a mood. As he felt me wake up, his fingers got more deliberate and began to flick over my clit. He nuzzled his face into my neck. I brought my hands up to run through his hair. 

"Good Morning," he whispered. I could hear the smile in his voice. I pressed my ass back against his cock, he groaned. He pressed a finger into my wet pussy.

"Alex," I moaned, "what happened to giving me a break?"

"With you naked next to me? Did you honestly expect me to be able behave myself?" he whispered as he began to move his fingers in and out of me. I let my head roll back and raked my fingers over his scalp. I arched my back and spread my legs. I wanted his cock. He quickly pressed his hips against mine and guided himself into me.

"You always feel so damn good," he moaned into my ear as he pushed himself into me. I gasped. I began to grind against him. He slowly thrust back. He hands ran over my body feeling every inch available to him. I reached back and felt his ass flex as he went in and out of me. His hands massage my tits. I reached between my legs and massaged my clit. I began to rock my hips back against him to make him go faster, but he just went slow. He kissed my neck as he played with my nipples. He growled against my throat before he pulled my face to his and kissed me. He playfully bit my lips and traced his tongue along the inside of my mouth. Finally, he grabbed my hips and began to go faster.

"Oh, yes," I moaned. I played with my clit as he went faster. I spread me legs wider. I let my body relax against his. His breath got heavy in my ear. The sound of our hips slapping together was driving me crazy. I reached back to stop his hips and wriggle out of his grasp. 

I pushed him down on the bed and got on top of him. I, carefully, took his cock all the way inside of me. I winched as he filled me up. He hands massaged my thighs as I adjusted to him. Once I got used to him again, I began to grind. I rested my hands in his chest. I kept him inside me and just worked my clit against him. He tried to make me bounce on his cock, but I insisted on grinding.

"Erica..." he teased as he tightened his grip on my hips. I looked down at him, pleading.

"You feel so good," I moaned, "Please?" He laid back and bit his lip. He watched as I worked my clit with his cock buried inside me. 




Roommates Ch. 06



"You wanna use my cock, baby?"

"Yes," I pleaded.

"Its all yours. You should know that by now," he whispered. He kissed me and sucked my tits while I rode him. I was getting so wet that I could feel it pooling between us. I could see his frustration building. I leaned forward and continued to grind with him inside me.

"I'm gonna cum," I whispered.

"Cum for me baby. Cum all over my cock," he whispered. He held my face to his as I began to writhe on top of him. He moved his hips, letting me get more contact. As my pussy began to clench around him, he moaned under me and his hips began to thrust against mine. He bit his lip in frustration. It was clear this felt amazing, but he wasn't going to cum from it. I sat up, taking him as deep as I could, as I came. 

"Good girl," he whispered. His mouth hung open as his hips bucked under me as he watched me cum. I felt so sexy and satisfied on top of him. I began to run my hands over my body. I ran my hands through my hair, over my tits and across my stomach. His eyes drank me in.

"Fuck me," I moaned in the throws of my orgasm. He turned me over and did just that. His face met mine. Sweat beaded on his forehead as we slowly rocked together. I could tell we both wanted to go faster, but this slow grind just felt so good. He interlocked his fingers with mine as he held my hands on either side of my face. His gaze held mine. We kissed. Our tongues wrestled each other. I spread my legs wide and latched them around the small of his back. He moaned into my mouth, he was getting close and so was I. He slowed down, letting me enjoy every inch of his cock. I cried out in pleasure. He growled. I felt my toes curl. "Oh my God Alex," I moaned as I felt my orgasm building past anything I had every felt before. My pussy grabbed at his cock.

"Fuck," he groaned in return. The look in his eyes told me that he was also in ecstasy. I lifted my hips to meet his every thrust, I whimpered, even though I had just cum, I was already ready for another. Finally, he began to go faster. Our breath quickened together. 

"Oh my God," I breathed as our bodies melded. We both longed for release. He kissed me and rested his forehead against mine. I looked up unto his eyes and we both fell apart. I felt a rush of warmth as Alex came inside me. My pussy began to clench around his cock the moment he did. I'm sure we both moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear. For a while we both just lay there. I had never experienced anything like that before. Alex rolled off me. I curled into his chest, not wanting his body to leave mine just yet. I kissed his shoulders and neck while pleasure radiated off of our bodies. 

"You," he whispered, "you..." he trailed off. He kissed me gently. We quickly got caught up with each other and ended up intertwined again. Suddenly, Alex's phone began to blare. "Shit. I have to go work," he whispered as he rolled over and silenced his phone. He began to kiss me again, pressing his body against mine. 

"Alex," I whispered between kisses, "I don't want you to be late."

"I don't care," he groaned as he kept kissing me.

"You have to go," I giggled as I pushed him off of me. 

"Do I?," he smiled as he, reluctantly, rolled out of my bed. I watched him as he began to pick up his clothes up off the floor. He came back to the bed and kissed me. "You sexy little thing," he growled as he grinned at me. He kissed me again and began to work his way back into my bed.

"Alex," I warned, "you're going to be late." He playfully grabbed my ass as he kissed me one more time before getting out of my bed and leaving my room. I was giddy as I rolled into my covers. I just lay there for a moment, letting my satisfaction wash over me. I heard the front door to the apartment close as Alex left. Just as I was about to drift off into the most perfect sleep, I heard the text tone on my phone go off. I smiled. It was probably Alex sending me something. I grinned as I checked the glowing screen. It was from Patricia. It was two words. Two words that made my heart drop into my stomach.

"Lying bitch"

TBC...



Roommates Ch. 07



Ah! I know I'm horrible about updating. I apologize. Here is chapter 07. Enjoy!

-Aeli

****

How? How did she know? Did Alex tell her? Did she figure it out? Who else has she told? What exactly does she know? 

Those questions and more raced through my head as Alex and I spent our Friday night together. We made dinner, went to the latest summer blockbuster, relaxed up at Alex's favorite dive bar and ended the evening scarfing down two dollar pizza in Hell's Kitchen. Even though Alex spent most of the night insisting that it was not a date, it was one of the better dates I had ever been on. We talked for hours. There was never a lull. We shamelessly flirted with each other, but with the comfort that we were going home together at the end of the night. But, the entire time, I watched him. Had he betrayed my trust, or did Patricia just figure it out? Either way I was waiting to tell him about the text. I needed more information before I let him know that our little secret had leaked. 

"Erica, baby, what's up?" Alex asked as he waved his hand in front of my face. I had spaced out again.

"Nothing," I mumbled, as continued to stuff my face with pizza. He started to try a hail a cab. "Wait," I said as I pulled his hand down, "let's walk back up. It'll be fun,"

"Okay," he smiled. He wrapped his arm around my waist and rested his hand in my back pocket. I did the same to him. When we reached the tourist mosh pit of Times Square, we had stop at the crosswalk and wait for traffic. When we did, he pulled me in for a passionate kiss, not caring about our blatant PDA. It was like he wanted to tell everyone that I was his. I let myself get lost in the kiss until I felt the crowd move around us. I broke the kiss and pull him across the crosswalk before we lost the light. That was how we made our way up the West Side of the city. He would grab my face or my hips or my waist and kiss my lips, my neck or my collar as we made our way back home.

When we reached a quiet street, he pushed me up against a brownstone and really went at it. Before I let the affection go to my head, I pushed him off of me.

"How are things with Patricia going?" I asked.

"What? Really?" he asked as he backed away from me. I nodded. "I don't ask you about Elliot," he snapped, "Don't ask me about her."

"Ok," I answered.

"I'm just being honest," he defended.

"She's my best friend."

"Yeah...about that," he started. I felt my stomach flip. This was it, "She understands that I see other girls. She knows. Hell, when the mood strikes her, she participates,"

"So?" I probed.

"Stop worrying," he said.

"Really?"

"Truly," he whispered as he grabbed my face, pulling me against him, "she sees other people too. I'm sure of it,"

"Have you seen other people recently?" I asked, pushing away from him.

"Besides you?" he asked, frustrated.

"Yeah."

"No."'

"Really?"

"Why would I lie to you?" he asked as he searched my eyes.

"Okay," I breathed. I breathed and let myself relax. Patricia had obviously figured it out on her own. Now it was up to me to figure out how.

***

"A double date?" I repeated in disbelief. 

"Yeah. I have a few extra tickets, we should invite Alex and Patricia along," Elliot smiled as he perused the books on my bookcase. I spread myself out on my bed, hoping to distract him. It didn't work.

"I don't know..." I trailed off.

"Yeah," he continued after glancing at me for a moment, "Char got passes to the soft-opening of a club downtown. I know its not our usual scene, but I think it could be fun." He smiled. I grinned back. 

"Okay," I responded.

"C'mon, Erica," he chuckled. I began posing on my bed for him, trying to distract him. He gave me a long look before he continued. "It'll be fun. Worst case scenario we have a few drinks, endure some loud music and go home," Elliot said as he made his way to the edge of my bed. He began to caress my foot. I smiled.

"Alright," I mumbled as my eyes rolled back into my head. He slowly worked his way up my leg.

"That doesn't sound very convincing," he teased as his hands moved higher.

"Okay Elliot," I groaned, "Let's go." He began to tickle me, I swatted him away. He ended up pinning me to my bed. After, playfully, struggling, I planted a kiss on him. He pulled me in for another and we began to make out.

Before we got too hot and heavy, Elliot's phone went off. He pushed himself off of me and checked it. Confused, I sat up and waited. He quickly pulled himself to the other side of my room to check his phone.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Nothing," he mumbled as he texted, "Work stuff."

"Is it important?" I challenged. Obviously, feeling put off from him darting across the room.

"No," he mumbled, "I mean, yes. It's important, but nothing crazy,"

A crash in the kitchen stopped me from questioning him further. Suddenly loud music started playing. 

"That must be Alex," I said as Elliot buried himself in his phone. I opened my door and yelled towards Alex in kitchen. Some part of me wanted to question Elliot further, but I assured myself that it was nothing.

"Alex!" I yelled, "What are you doing?"

"Making chili!" he responded, "and listening to the Foo Fighters! How do you use a crockpot?!"

"Are you serious!" I asked. I glanced back at Elliot, he was still in his phone. I made my way to the kitchen. "What are you trying to make?" I asked. Alex showed me the recipe he printed online. As I checked the pantry for seasonings, Elliot entered the kitchen. I gave Elliot an annoyed look over my shoulder. He smiled at Alex.

"Hey!" Elliot said, as he waved at Alex, "I got VIP tickets to a club downtown. Wanna come?"

"Sure!" Alex chirped as he added too much paprika to the crockpot.

"Alex, no!" I yelped as I snatched it from him. He looked hurt. "I mean 'yes' to the club, but 'no' to the paprika. Did you even read this recipe?" I responded, flustered by the two of them being in the same room together. I, quickly, busied myself in the chili as the guys talked about the club. Red faced, I found myself measuring and mixing things until I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Elliot. He pulled me from the kitchen to the hallway.

Before I could ask him what was going on, he pinned me up against the wall and kissed me passionately. As he made his way down my neck I giggled.

"What?" he asked.

"That tickles," I whispered. He continued, but before he got to my chest, he stopped."What?" I asked.

"I have to go, but I couldn't leave before I did that," he grinned. I'll see you tomorrow?""

"Yes," I breathed.

"I can't wait."

***

I had a full day of work but I managed to make it back home to grab a dress and heels before heading to Elliot's.

I shooed him out of his bedroom while I got ready. I let Martha, his dog, follow me. She sat patiently at my feet while I did my make up. When I was done I checked myself out in the mirror. I looked great. I looked sexy. I had on a tight little black dress with sheer sections and cut outs. All were strategically placed to make me look extra curvy. I also had on sky high black heels.

I let my hair put of my ponytail and began tousle it. I heard knock on the bathroom door. It was Elliot. I gave my hair a good shake and opened the door. Martha scurried away and Elliot stood there, mesmerized.

"Hey you," I whispered. I smiled, innocently, back at him. His eyes drank me in. In response, he grabbed my face and kissed me. I moaned into his mouth. He grabbed my ass. 

"How long has it been since you've been to a club?" he asked as I pushed my ass into his hands.

"So long," I mumbled. His hands were devouring me. He, quickly, began to kiss my neck. "What?" I giggled. He was much more affectionate than usual.

"I've never seen you like this, its...different," he whispered.

"How so?" I asked playfully. He kissed me deeply and his hands drifted over my body. After a moment, he broke the kiss.

"You look like trouble, Erica," he moaned into my ear.

"Maybe I am," I moaned back. He dug his hands into my hair and pressed my mouth against his. We spent the next few minutes working each other up until the car arrived.

***

I saw Alex and Patricia waiting in line. I hadn't seen her since the text. My heart dropped into my stomach. Her eyes were fixed on Elliot, ignoring me. As usual, she looked amazing. It looked like she had been dipped in liquid silver, her tits looked perfect, her nipples delicately pressed through the skin tight fabric. I'm sure her ass left just as little to the imagination. Every guy in line glanced at her in lust. I waved to Alex, I was too scared of facing Patricia. Elliot motioned to the guy working the door and he pulled them out of line. I watched as every one in line checked out Patricia as she strutted by. Her hair was impeccable, her body was perfectly displayed in that dress. But, even though Alex was holding her hand, I could feel his eyes all over me. I blushed and I felt myself strutting, a bit, for his benefit. The look in his eyes told me that he definitely noticed.

As we were pulled across the velvet rope, we were greeted by our own personal bartender and a booth at the top of the club. I quickly kissed Elliot, partially in thanks and in an effort to keep his eyes on me. There was a plethora of beautiful people dancing and drinking. I felt oddly possessive of him.

We saw Charlotte, she was in sparkly mini skirt and matching crop top. She was networking the VIP section. Max, from brunch, was perched at her side. Elliot quickly excused himself to thank her for the invite and to buy her a drink. After running an art opening, I understood all to well. We were there to support her. I kissed him on the cheek and sauntered over to the private bar. As I ordered our usual drinks, I heard Alex's voice in my ear.

"I wouldn't let you out of the house like that," he whispered, I gasped in surprise. He sidled up next to me and rested his hand on my thigh. "Well," he reconsidered, "not unless you'd been throughly fucked you first," he groaned into my ear. His lips drifted over my neck. "Has he fucked you already?"

"Alex, what are you doing?" I asked as I pushed him off of me, "Elliot's here!"

"So," he laughed.

"And Patricia looks amazing," I offered.

"Not as amazing as you," he smiled as his hand grabbed my ass. I carefully pulled myself away and perched on a bar stool.

"Alex, that's a lie. I mean...I'd fuck her in that dress," I laughed.

"Would you?" he smiled, "Do you have bisexual tendencies that I don't know about? Because I'll gladly exploit those."

"Alex, I'm serious, she looks gorgeous," I asserted.

"I can't take my eyes off of you," he grinned, "Don't try to distract me. I know what I want." He began to kiss my shoulders and up my neck. I let him. The bartender, uncomfortably delivered our drinks. I playfully pushed Alex away. I began to sip my cocktail. Alex grabbed my hand and made me put my drink down. He began to pull me onto the dance floor.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Dancing with you," he responded, "I'll buy you another drink if you want," he said, "just dance with me." He pulled me onto the middle of the floor. It was full of grinding bodies. I was slightly uncomfortable by the wanton display of sexuality. But, as Alex began to kiss my neck and grind his crotch into my ass, I began to relax. He quickly snaked his hand under my dress.

"Alex," I gasped. He ignored me and kept going, slowly rubbing my pussy through my panties in time with the music. Suddenly, I spotted Elliot in the crowd, he was looking for me. I yanked Alex's hand out from under my dress and put it back on my hips. Elliot spotted us. I felt my heart drop, what would he think of me grinding with my roommate? Elliot's eyes locked with mine. He smiled. He looked intrigued. As he made his way across the floor towards us, I could feel my every heart beat. I didn't know if Alex could see, he didn't let me know. I had no idea what Elliot was going to do when he met us in the middle. My mouth got dry as he got closer. I was so scared. Finally, he reached us. I felt Alex tense behind me. Elliot's eyes locked with mine. I stared to sputter something. Something to try and explain what was going on. But then, Elliot put hands on face and kissed me, deeply. He easily joined our hips, sandwiching me between the two of them. 

"Mind some company?" Elliot whispered. He groped my breasts through my dress. He must have been drunk. I moaned and felt Alex relax behind me as we all began to grind together. But, just as the tension dissipated. I felt something else come up. Or better yet, two things come up. As I writhed between the two of them, I felt two needy cocks press against me. I smiled and let my head roll back in a moan. I saw Alex's face over mine. I saw a flash of anger in his eyes. Then, I saw something else. Desire. Some part of him was enjoying this. I quickly looked back at Elliot and I grabbed his face and kissed him hard before he could say anything about Alex. I just felt Alex pull my hips closer to his. I could feel his cock through his pants. Despite myself, I moaned into Elliot's mouth. They both continued to grind with me as my head began to swim with lust. Suddenly, I felt Alex's hands glide up to my waist under my tits. I frantically reached down to pull his hands away, but Elliot whispered in my ear.

"It's ok," he whispered, "You look so fucking delicious, how could he resist?" he chuckled. He must have been shit faced because he put Alex's hands back on my waist and began to kiss me before I could say anything. When Elliot was distracted by kissing me, Alex took the opportunity to grope my tits and kiss the back of my neck. Elliot grabbed my hips and press his growing bulge against me. I moaned from the male attention. I let myself relax into pleasure. Their hands were all over my body. I had one hand on Elliot's face the other wrapped around Alex's hips. As all of our hips moved together in a way that made my eyes roll into the back of my head my brain, officially, fried.

"Oh my god," I moaned into Elliot's mouth.

"You are too sexy for your own good," Alex groaned into my ear. 

"I have to go," Elliot whispered into my other ear, "But when I come back, I want these," he said as his fingers found the edge of my panties. I blushed. "Take good care of her, man." Elliot smiled, drunk, at Alex. Alex smiled back. But then, out of nowhere, Elliot switched. "Hey!" he barked at Alex, "Don't get any ideas," he warned as he flashed Alex one of the nastiest looks I'd ever seen. It made both of us freeze in our tracks.

"Don't worry," Alex said, uneasy. I reached for Elliot, but he was gone, lost in the crowd before I could touch him. Alex dragged me off the dance floor. Still incredibly turned on and flustered, I barely registered that we had made a sudden turn towards the bathrooms. After a few quick words and money exchanged with the bathroom attendant, Alex pulled me into a private stall. He slammed me up against the wall, shoved his tongue into my mouth and pulled my dress up over my hips. My body began to respond to his touch. I, quickly, began to unbuckled his pants.

"Two guys enough for you?" he chuckled, darkly.

"I can't believe that just happened," I replied, still in shock. 

"I can. I think it will happen again," he whispered as he hoisted me up against the wall and pulled down my panties. "I don't mind sharing you. I'd even let Elliot have your pussy," he said as he eased himself into me with drunken familiarity. I still gasped at the feeling. "As long as I get this," he whispered as he pressed a finger against my asshole. I was so wet from the dancing that he could easily slip in.

"What?," I breathed.

"I'll be gentle," he groaned as he bit my neck. He slipped his fingertip into my ass, I began to moan. "You like my thumb stretching your tight little ass?" he asked as he swirled the tip of his thumb inside me. 

"Yes," I whimpered.

"Mmm, maybe I'll slip my cock in next."

"No," I gasped. I never had anything in my ass, until Alex. The tip of his finger felt amazing, but I definitely could not take something as big as his cock. 

"What? Are you scared?" he chuckled.

"Yes," I whimpered.

"Please, let me claim this," he whispered as he slowly slid his finger a little deeper, making slow gentle spirals, stretching me, "Your pussy already belongs to me, let me have your sweet little ass too," he moaned as he began to slowly ease his the tip of his finger in and out in time with his cock. I whimpered in pleasure against his neck as he worked me over. I felt myself open up as he thrust into me. I was, obviously, craving his cock. I spread my legs and pulled him deeper as I got closer. He took his finger out of my ass and grabbed my hips as he went faster, slamming my against the wall.

"Fuck, Erica, I'm gonna cum," he groaned.

"Alex," I gasped as reality smacked me in the face, "I'm going home with Elliot."

"What did I say about talking about him when I'm inside you?" He warned, his breath ragged. He just fucked me harder. I was bouncing with his every thrust against the wall.

"Its just," I gasped, "you can't cum inside me, baby," I whimpered. Angry, he stopped fucking me and clamped his hand over my mouth and nose, stopping my breath. He growled into my ear.

"You don't tell me where I get to cum, do you understand that?" he asked, slowly. He waited a moment before he let my mouth go.

"I understand, just please Alex, please," I gasped.

"Please what?" he asked.

"Please, don't cum in my pussy," I begged.

"Oh no," he chuckled, "This is my pussy to use as I see fit, right?"

"Its yours. All yours. Just, please," I begged. Alex glared at me. He pulled himself out of me. I groaned in disappointment. I pressed my body against his, still needing to get off. Suddenly, he kicked my legs wide apart and placed his hand between them. I was soaked. He took two fingers and began to bang me, using his palm to grind against my clit. I moaned, loudly. He shushed me. Then, delicately, rested his other hand against my throat and kissed me. My thighs began to tremble as I got close. His eyes met mine and a satisfied smirk spread across his face. My legs buckled in pleasure and I came. 

"Good girl," he smiled as I rode his hand in pleasure. He steadied me against the bathroom wall as I came down. "Pull your dress down," he commanded, gruffly. I pulled my dress over my tits. "On your knees," he barked. I obeyed. He looked down at me. His hard cock was in my face. I opened my mouth, ready to receive his load. He rammed himself into my mouth. 

"Fuck, Erica," he moaned as I swallowed against the tip of his cock. He tipped my head back and pressed himself down my throat. I began to gag from his rough treatment of me, but I was so turned on that that gags turned to moans. I grabbed his hips myself, and pulled him as deep as I could take him. He grabbed my hair and growled as he came down my throat. I enjoyed every spastic thrust as he came, filling my mouth. 

When he was done, he reached down and, delicately, stroked my face. He pulled me up to standing and in a half naked heap, we laughed together.

"Think you could handle it?" he asked, as he smiled at me, satisfied.

"What?" I asked, "You and Elliot?" I smiled, "Or you in my ass?" I bit my lip.

"I don't think he could keep up with us," he started, but then he was decidedly silent as to if he was joking about anal. I shot him an inquisitive look; I was expecting an answer. He shrugged and smiled sheepishly. I shook my head. As I replayed our tryst in my mind, something caught my attention. I frowned. "You, okay?" he asked.

"What?" I mumbled, as I looked at my feet and tried to avoid his question.

"Erica," he took my face into his hands, making me look at him, "I talk a lot of shit in the heat of the moment. But, I promise I wont do anything you don't want to do. You're just so sexy. I can't help myself. My mind wanders," he smiled as he began to play with my hair.




Roommates Ch. 07



"Its okay. Thanks for checking in," I whispered as I pushed him away, breaking the connection of our bodies. I needed to get away from him because something he said worried me.

"What's up?" he asked, as I fixed my dress and he pulled up his pants.

"Nothing," I smiled. I lied. I was shook up by what he said in the heat of the moment. Specifically, that some part of me belonged to him. That somehow I was 'his'. That had crossed the line.

I reached down to find my panties only to see him dangling them in-front of my face. I Quickly snatched them away and balled them into my hand. He opened the stall.

As we stumbled out of the bathroom, the attendant smiled at us. I blushed. Alex kissed me one last time before he made his way back to the club. I was still buzzing from the quickie in the bathroom. I smiled to myself as I watched him walk away.

"Hello Erica," I heard a female voice, I turned. It was Patricia. I froze.

"Hi Patricia," I squeaked out.

"I need a smoke. Join me." It wasn't a question, it was a command.

"Sure," I mumbled as I followed her outside to the smoking section. She lead me to the corner and lit up. She took a drag and looked at me. Her gaze was harsh. She was judging me, sizing me up. I shifted, uncomfortable.

"So," she started.

"So?" I asked sheepishly.

"You and Alex," she continued.

"Yeah?" I mumbled, avoiding her eyes.

"Yeah. So?" she pushed.

"What?" I asked, innocently.

"Are you really trying to play innocent with me?" She was pissed.

"Patricia, I'm so sorry!" I blurted out, "I have no idea how it happened...it just did...and," I rambled. She interrupted me.

"Whatever. Fuck you!" she shouted drawing attention to our corner. I nervously smiled as people stared. I crumbled under her stare. "Whatever," she mumbled, retreating.

"So..." I started, "Did he tell you, or did you figure it ou-"

"Oh, he told me." My breath stopped, "but not the way you think," she admitted.

"How?" I asked.

"His dick was in the back of my throat when he called me 'Erica' by mistake. I knew something was up. But, I talked to you and you denied it. So, I thought maybe it was just latent sexual tension, until..."

"What?"

"Right after that, he stopped seeing me. Gave me complete cold shoulder. So, after a long talk with a bottle of Grey Goose, I decided to text you. And after your radio silence, I knew."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. I really was.

"Fuck you," she spat. She took a drag on her cigarette. "He's addictive isn't he?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"You're not special, I hope you know that," she said as she put out her cig, "And just to make sure you do, the first moment I can, I'll prove it to you." She gave me an evil look before she turned away and strutted back into the club. Everyone on the patio watched her walk away. There I was, abandoned on that patio, in my party dress, with my panties firmly knotted in my hand. Even though I was throughly ashamed, I was furious.

I sought out Elliot for comfort. I saw him at the bar talking and laughing with Charlotte. The hair on the back of my neck bristled. Why was he still talking to her? I made my way across the dance floor and wrapped myself around Elliot's back and kissed his neck. He quickly, turned around and grabbed my shoulders. Now, suddenly, shy, he pushed me away and flashed me an angry look.

"I thought we talked about this," he whispered harshly as he grasped me. I stared back at him in shock. Wasn't this the same guy who just worked me up on the dance floor? Now he was getting picky about his PDA? I glared back at him, reached between us, grabbed the waist of his pants and, discreetly, shoved my panties down the front of them. The anger in his eyes was replaced with shock. Suddenly, I saw Charlotte's hand tap his shoulder. We both turned to face her.

"Hey Char!" I said, as I flashed her my toothiest smile and gave her a hug. Elliot, visibly aroused no doubt, sat awkwardly on the bar stool behind me. As I congratulated Charlotte on the opening, I saw the glow of Elliot's phone. After a few minutes, I felt Elliot grab my wrist.

"I've got to get this girl home," he said as he smiled at Charlotte.

"Oh no," I smiled, "We were just talking about catering—" I started.

"You can text her recommendations, right?" Elliot smiled as he reached for my earring. I pushed his hand away.

"Oh no," I said, "We're just getting started." I smiled, or better, bared my teeth back, at him. Thankfully, Charlotte broke the tension.

"It's ok," she grinned, "We'll catch up later. Nice to see you two." She waved as she floated away, back into the party. Wordlessly, Elliot grabbed my wrist and led me out of the club. 

***

After a silent, but tense taxi and elevator ride back to Elliot's place. I could barely get a word out before Elliot shoved me up against the wall next to the door in his apartment and started to make out with me. The swirl of anger and arousal and sweat and alcohol and Alex in my mouth made me shove Elliot off me.

"What?!" he asked, confused. 

"I need a shower!" I shouted. I kicked my heels off and marched into his bathroom. Martha, the dog perked up as I walked into the Elliot's room, but I shooed her away and slammed the bathroom door.

What. The. Fuck.

I nearly ripped my dress as I yanked it off of my body and cranked on the hot water. I washed my face in the sink as the shower heated up. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I stopped. What was I doing? I looked at myself. My eye make up was running, my hair was tousled from dancing and sex, there were red marks forming on my hips from Alex. I looked like a mess. I felt filthy. Drunkenly, I smiled to myself. I felt filthy and I loved it. Scared, I looked away and got into the shower. I had just fucked Alex in the bathroom of the club. Now I was about to have sex with Elliot. I would have felt awful, if I wasn't so turned on. I began to scrub myself in the shower.

I heard the door open. I turned away. I couldn't look at Elliot just yet, my mind was racing. I heard him undressing. I hid in the steam as I scrubbed every part of my body Alex had touched, terrified that Elliot would smell him on me. I had just begun to wash my hair when I heard Elliot open the shower door. I looked at him over my shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my waist and began to kiss my neck. I moaned. I felt his hard cock against my ass. 

I had a decision to make. I could stop this right now. I could whip around and tell him that I was mad or that we had to talk. Or I could reach back and guide him into my pussy. My pussy which was already wet and throbbing at the thought of him. But not just him, but what I had done. I was soaked from the idea that I could be irresistible. It was a power trip I'd never felt before. So, when I put his hands to my tits and guided his cock into my pussy, I knew I had no one to blame but myself.

Elliot easily slid into me. I moaned as he pushed himself all the way inside me. I pushed my hips back as he began to fuck me. The water slid between our bodies and made him grip me even tighter. I bent over and pressed my hands against the tile to let him fuck me faster. I heard his breath catch. As he began to hit that sweet spot in my pussy, I felt my toes curl against the tile, I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit. Elliot groaned as I began to clench around him. As we began to build a pace, I clutched at the tile in the shower, I wad getting used to his style of sex and, strangely, it began to feel incredible. Yes, I was getting used to hard shallow well placed thrusts. Elliot raked his hands through my hair and pulled me up to standing. He began to lick around my ear as he slowly thrust into me. My nipples pressed against the cold shower tile, my skin was heated by the water and Elliot's body. 

I pushed him out of me. He looked surprised. I carefully guided him out of the shower. I grabbed two towels and lead him into the bedroom. I spread them on the bed and pushed him on to it. I got on my knees in-front of him. I pulled his cock into my mouth. He moaned and gently put his hand on my head. As I took him all the way into my mouth I saw him bite his lip and felt his thighs tense. I kept going, bobbing my mouth on his cock. He watched me, mouth slightly open, his breath heavy. His cock hardened in my mouth, he was getting close. 

He tapped me on my shoulder, telling me to stop. He pulled me on top of him and began to guide himself inside me. I eased myself down on his cock and began to ride him. He rested his hands on my hips and let me ride him for a bit. Then, he flipped me over. I grabbed a pillow and put it under my hips. I put his hands on my waist and urged him to go faster. He did. I was getting close and so was he. I reached between us and began to rub my clit, hoping to make myself cum before he did. His eyes narrowed and I felt his body weight shift. I didn't have long. I dug my heels into his back and felt my toes curl as I came. I moaned loudly. Elliot came shortly after and collapsed next to me on the bed. 

What was I doing? I was just digging the hole deeper every time I saw either Alex or Elliot. Despite being sexually satisfied, I couldn't shake the feeling in my stomach. The building sense of dread. Of waiting for the other shoe to drop.

***

After a long day of meetings and work, it was easy to distract myself. But on the train ride home, I knew that I had to start dealing with things. I texted Patricia.

"Hey!"

"What's up slut?" she texted back.

"I just want to let you know I'm sorry," I responded.

"Whatever." Ok. This was going nowhere. I put my phone down and changed into something comfy. I heard the phone chirp with a new text. I looked. It was Patricia. "Anyways he's made his choice. Its time for you to wake up."

"What?" I responded.

"Guess who's taking me out for drinks at 8?" My heart stung. Of course Alex was. I knew it was stupid to be upset, but I was. The thought of her with him, bothered me. I put my phone on silent before I said anything I would regret. I heard the TV in the living room. Alex was sitting on the couch playing video games. He was busy yelling into a microphone when I walked in. I sat next to him, he flashed me a smile. I smiled back.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I curled up next to him.

"Getting a few rounds in," he said. I bristled.

"Explain it to me," I cooed, pretending to be a dumb girl. 

"Quickly, but I have to go, I'm already gonna be late," he said. So he did have plans. If he was going to see her, I could at least make him late. He sighed and began to explain as he played. I nodded for a bit before I rested my hand on his thigh, he noticed, but kept going, enjoying being an expert for me. I nodded and let my hand drift higher until I was massaging him through his jeans. 

"Its hard to concentrate when you're doing that," he warned.

"Really?" I smiled. I unzipped his fly, put my hand down the front of his jeans and massaged him. He groaned and smiled at me. I, carefully, began to pull his jeans down. He lifted his hips and let me. I got on the floor in-front of him on the couch. "How about now?" I asked, before I took his cock into my mouth. 

"Fuck," he hissed, as he paused and took off the mic.

"Oh no," I smiled, "Don't let me stop you." He grinned back at me and continued to play while I blew him. I took my time. Switching between deep throating him and licking up and down the length of him. I loved feeling him grown in my mouth. I began to moan as he got hard under my touch. 

Suddenly, I heard his phone go off. He began to fumble to silence it. I took my mouth off his dick. "What's up?" I asked with my hand firmly around his cock.

"Nothing," he mumbled as he fumbled with his phone, "nothing important," he said as he texted frantically. I looked at the time. It must have been Patricia. He was blowing her off. I smiled and rewarded him by pulling him as deep as I could. He moaned. "Goddamn baby." His hands dug into my hair and his hips lifted to my mouth. I, slowly drew him back out and looked up at him.

"I thought you were running late?" I asked. 

"What?" he asked, dazed, "No, just—no—don't stop," he stuttered as I wrapped my lips back around his cock. He could tell he wanted me to go faster, but I was going to draw it out as long as I could. But, of course, my life had other plans. My phone began to vibrate in my back pocket. I reached back to silence it, but couldn't seem to get it. "Here," he breathed as he reached for my back pocket, taking the time to give my ass a good grab as he got my phone. He tapped the button to discard the call, when he froze.

"What?" I asked.

"It's Elliot," he mumbled as he pushed my phone into my face. I took my phone and began to look through it. Alex began to pull up his pants.

"Shit," I groaned. I had two missed calls and a bunch of texts.

"What?" he asked as he began to rearrange himself.

"Fuck! I totally forgot," I sighed, "We have dinner plans," I was so involved with everything that I had truly forgotten. Thankfully, he was texting me to let me know he had to move the reservation later.

"Whatever," he said he pulled up his pants and got up off the couch, leaving me sitting on the floor. He began to wander to the other side of the room and text who I assumed to be Patricia. He was going to meet up with her and the more I thought about it, the more I didn't want him to. I checked the train schedule. I had some time before I had to go.

"Wait," I said.

"What?" he asked, annoyed.

"I mean, we have some time before—" I started.

"Really?" he asked, "Are you really..." he trailed off, catching on all to well, 

"Maybe," I smiled, coyly.

"You want me to fuck you and send you off to your boyfriend?" he said, as he stared me down.

"Alex, I can't say—"

"No," he cut me off, "I need to hear you say it." I swallowed hard. I hated him. I hated how much I wanted him. I hated what I was doing to keep him from going to Patricia.

"Umm...Maybe we should just—" I trailed off.

"You wanna fuck or not?" he asked. I looked at him, he wasn't going to budge. I just locked eyes with him and began to crawl towards him on the floor. Even he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes. He bit his lip as I got closer. When I got to him, I hooked my fingers into his belt loops and kissed the growing bulge in his jeans. I hoped that was enough to convince him. It wasn't. "Huh?" he teased, "Do you want to fuck, or not?" he asked sweetly as he stroked my face. 

"I want to," I whispered.

"To what?" he asked.

"I want to fuck," I admitted. He looked pleased. He ran his fingers over my lips. 

"Tell him you'll be 15 minutes late," he snapped as he looked away from me.

"What?" I asked, making sure I heard him correctly.

"Text him and tell him you will be 15 minutes late," he repeated, harshly, "that should give me more than enough time to fuck you," he said coldly as he peeled off his shirt, "that is if he is still wants you when I'm done with you."

"Alex, don't—" I started.

"He didn't seem the mind my sloppy seconds last time," he said trying to get a rise out of me. Ignored him. "Text," he commanded. As I did, he pressed his fingers into my mouth making me suck them. "I have plans for that mouth." He fucked my mouth with his fingers while I texted. I hit send and put my phone down. I hated it when he talked to me this way, but I hated even more how much it turned me on. Frustrated, I tried to throw him off his game. I grabbed his hand, pushed his fingers to the back of my throat and pulled them out slowly, sucking them. I saw his eye widen, and a flicker of a smile. I grinned right back. I pulled his pants down and got his cock out. He was semi hard. I put his cock back in my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head, firmly this time, and made me gulp him down faster. As he got harder and harder in my mouth, his grip got more insistent until, finally, I ripped his hands out of my hair. He looked surprised as I pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood up.

I pulled my shirt up over my head and shimmied out of my pants. His eyes flickered over my body, but he kept eye contact. I pulled off my bra and slid out of my panties. He smiled and reached to pull me closer. I pushed him away, turned around and sauntered towards his bedroom. I, coyly, glanced over my shoulder and saw him begin to follow me, his hard cock bouncing from side to side with each step. Seeing it sway like that made me want to get back on my knees, but I had other plans for him.

After he got into the room I closed the door and I shoved him down on the bed. Quickly, I climbed on top of him and pinned his arms. I crawled up to his face and sat. He smiled up from between my legs, grabbed my hips and pressed my pussy onto his mouth. I began to moan as he, angrily, ate me out.

"Why are you so good at that?" I gasped as his tongue worked my clit. I was dripping into his mouth. He pushed his fingers into my pussy, they easily slid in because I was so wet. I spread myself over his face and began to grind myself against his mouth. As I got close I reached down and fitting my hands into his thick black hair. I couldn't let him stop, it felt too good. I held his mouth against me as I rode out my orgasm. As I rested against the headboard, I felt him wriggle from beneath my hips. Suddenly his hand was in my hair, knotting it in his fist against the back of my head. He yanked me back, against him. I began to fight, "You think you're the only one who can dominate?" I whispered.

"Well..." He chuckled. He pulled me face to face with him and smirked as he tightened his grip in my hair. I, simply, smiled back and slapped him.

"Ask nicely," I seethed. The look of surprise on his face was priceless. I grinned. 

"Hit harder," he challenged. His look of surprise began to shift into something much darker. His eyes were intense, his voice was dripping with lust. I felt my nipples perk up and my pussy ache. I raised my arm and hit him as hard as I could. My handprint left a bright red mark on his cheek. He hissed on the impact, but, as he recovered, he moaned. "Yes Erica, please! Please put that pretty little pussy on my cock," I stared back at him, wanting more, "Please baby, I need it. Please please please give it to me, " he whispered as he looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Good boy." I smiled. He grinned and I positioned myself over his cock. I took my time easing myself on him. He bit his lip and grabbed my hips, trying to be patient. But neither of us could deny how good this felt. Before I knew it, I was riding him like an animal. My thighs clenched around him and he met my every thrust. My eyes began to roll into the back of my head as Alex made me moan. But before I could get too caught up in my pleasure, he turned me over and pushed into me from behind. He pulled me up by my hair. He pressed his fingers into my mouth. I sucked them. 

"Good girl," he moaned as he fucked me hard. My body bounced with each thrust. suddenly he pulled his fingers out and pressed me back into the bed, bending me over. He pulled his cock out of me. I whimpered, "Be patient," he warned. I felt him press his wet thumb against my asshole. I gasped. He worked his thumb in. I moaned as he pushed his thumb deeper as he palmed my ass. He felt me begin to tense. He reached around and began to tease my clit with his other hand. "Relax for me baby," he said as he worked his thumb in and out of me "That's it" I writhed in pleasure. I never knew that this could feel so good. "Good little slut," he whispered, I could hear the lust in his voice. He steadied my hips and pressed his cock back into my pussy. I cried into the bed. With his finger in my ass and his cock in my pussy, I felt so full. I began to fuck him back. "You nasty little slut, you like that?"

"Yes," I moaned.




Roommates Ch. 07



"Do you let you're boyfriend play with your ass?" he asked.

"No," I moaned.

"Who do you let play with your ass?"

"You," I whispered.

That's right. Who's ass is this?

"Yours," I said.

His finger in my ass began to massage his cock in my pussy. I squirmed under him in intense pleasure. 

"Since I have to share your pussy, maybe I should just fuck your ass from now on," he chuckled, barely able to hide his delight. My feet clenched and my toes began to curl. My legs slowly began to shake. He growled as I began to tighten around him. "Holy shit baby," he whispered, lost in lust. He began to pound in and out of me and turn his finger inside me. I began to shake and whimper, unable to control my body. "Fuck. Erica," he gasped. He sounded amazed. I flicked my fingers over my clit. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as I screamed.

"Oh my God!" I came. I began to clench around his thumb and his cock. I felt his breath go ragged against my neck as he desperately thrust into me. In the throws of my orgasm I moaned, "Cum inside me in Alex. I want you deep inside me." Just as I finished, his hips bucked harder against mine. I poked my ass out ready to feel him fill me up. He groaned, pulled his finger out of my ass, clenched my shoulder and pinned me against the bed. I moaned in anticipation. "Please Alex, please fill me up," I moaned. With an angry growl, he pulled out of me and jerked himself off on my back. I whimpered in disappointment. He collapsed on the bed next to me. 


"You're a mess," he chuckled. He was right. I was a puddle of sweat and cum, "if you leave now you can catch the express train downtown."

"What?" I looked at the clock, "Alex! I don't have time to shower!" I grabbed his towel and began to wipe myself off. He smiled, feigning innocence,

"Really? That's too bad."

"I even told you to cum inside me!" I yelled.

"Oh well, I guess I wasn't factoring in clean up when I was fucking you senseless," he smirked.

"Fuck you!"

"Just did." He grinned. I ran out the door praying I didn't reek of sex and Alex.

I, quickly, got dressed, grabbed my bag and ran out the door. As I caught the train downtown a single thought, blared in my mind. This had to stop. I couldn't keep juggling these men and my friendships. I couldn't keep this up. But, I couldn't stop my attraction to both Alex and Elliot. And as I rounded the corner, I saw the latest restaurant Elliot was taking me out too. He smiled at me and I smiled back, but I couldn't help but feel awful. I hated that I was lying. I hated being false. I wished that I could tell him the truth. But, despite all of that, Alex was right, I was 15 minutes late.



Roommates Ch. 08



Hey!

Yes, I am terrible about updating, but here it is!

Also, all of your comments are giving me life!!

I know my stuff tends to get pretty dark. I'm more of a "Closer" person more than "The Notebook," so I like my erotica on the edgy side and lately I've been into exploring the darker side of my characters. But I hear ya! People have got to get it together! 

This is more of a plot chapter and less of a sexy chapter, but I promise next chapter will be quite sexy.

Here is chapter 8!

—Aeli

***

It was a quiet night in the apartment. Alex and I were curled up on the couch. I was looking over proofs and arranging them on the coffee table. He was draped across the couch, head in my lap, on his laptop. I, lazy, rested my hand in his hair and he occasionally squeezed my thigh and smiled up at me when I looked stressed out. I really liked this side of him. I liked how much he could relax me with a touch and a simple smile. But no matter how comfortable I thought I was, something kept putting me on edge. I couldn't really relax because I knew this couldn't continue. I put the proofs down and tapped Alex on the shoulder.

"We need to talk," I sighed. 

"Ok?" Alex's face fell when he saw the seriousness in my face. He sat up. "Talk," he said.

"I don't know where to start," I breathed, "I don't know what I was thinking," I rambled, "Things are getting too messy." That wasn't it, but it was close. It was so hard for me to put into words what I had to say.

"Ok," he breathed. 

"This needs to stop," I said. Finally.

"Why?" he asked as he scooted closer to me on the couch.

"I thought we could stop with no questions asked," I answered.

"Yeah, but," he grinned, "come on. How many times did you cum last time?" he whispered as he leaned into me. I stopped him.

"Alex, we shouldn't," I said. But my hands dug into his shirt and pulled him closer instead of pressing him away.

"At least give me a chance to change your mind," he whispered. He began to kiss my neck. He cradled my face in his hands and softly pressed his lips to mine. Why was he such a good kisser? We both inhaled as we caught our breath and the kiss became more insistent. His tongue softly began to lick the inside of my lips. Teasing me. I felt myself getting hot and it took all I had not to shove him down and straddle him. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away. He stopped and just smiled, waiting. Of course, I couldn't stand being away from him for very long. I quickly leaned in, kissed him and pulled him back against me. He took my bottom lip in his and playfully nipped it. I moaned slightly. He grinned. I drew away and nuzzled his nose, tracing my mouth around his. I could feel the heat coming off his body and feel his heart pounding in his chest. I turned his face to the side and began to kiss and nip his neck. He groaned. I made my way up to his ear. He turned back to face me and stared at my mouth. His fingers drifted over my lips. I was fully intent on pushing him away, but I kissed his fingertips and, on an impulse, I opened my mouth and sucked one of his fingers to the back of my throat. I pulled it out slowly while looking at him. He locked eyes with mine and pounced, pressing my legs apart and getting on top of me. He began to slide his hands up my thighs. I could feel his cock pressing against me through his jeans. It was clear what was going to happen next. I shut it down as I shook myself to my senses. 

"Alex, I can't. We can't," I whispered. Frustrated, he tried to bury his face back in my neck.

"Erica, you can't tell me he can do what I can," he said. I pushed him away. "Or do you need me to remind you of what I can do to you?" he smiled and pulled me back in.

"Its not about Elliot, its about me," I wriggled out from under him, "I can't do this anymore!"

"What?" he yelp as he ran his hands through his hair, "What happened?" he asked as he settled next to me on the couch.

"I don't know, I just can't," I sputtered.

"Why?" he challenged.

"Don't you see what's happening? Can't you see what's going on?" I asked.

"What's going on Erica?" he asked, frustrated.

"I don't like—" I started, "Never mind, this is getting—no, its become, ridiculous. That night, at the club, I had sex with two different guys in the same night. I've never done that before."

"And..." he trailed off.

"I don't like it!" I yelled, "I promised myself I'd never be like that. I'd never be..."

"Enjoying yourself?" he challenged, "Sexually free? Is that the promise you made?"

"That is not fair," I pushed back, "I am not some uptight sheltered prude who is having her slut moment. Fuck you for even trying to pin that on me."

"That is not what I said—" he started, but I cut him off.

"No! No, I can't talk about this with you. I can't talk about anything with you, you just turn it into sex."

"I do not," he defended.

"Yes, yes you do! You just turn me on and fuck me and overwhelm me and leave me before I can put my thoughts together. You don't consider the fact that I...I...don't even know how to feel about all this anymore. Its just...fucking..." I scoffed because I had stumbled on the most appropriate word, "its fucking!" I began to get upset, I could feel the tears starting in my eyes.

"But, Erica," he started carefully, trying to calm me down, "I thought that was what we were doing. I thought, when we agreed to explore this, it was simple. It was fucking. Thats it. Stop making it so messy."

"I'm not the only one making it messy," I pushed back.

"Its not my fault you're into labels and have some 'moral' code that bends to whatever you want. Not everyone plays by your rules sweetheart," he spat. His words stung.

"Fuck you Alex!" I shouted as I felt my tears begin to stream down my face. He froze. "I didn't want it to be this!"

"What is this?!" his voice jumped. His eyes began to glaze over. He couldn't look at me. "I was always upfront about everything. What is it to you, huh? You're the one who changes on a dime. What do you want?! " he yelled, his eyes looked glassy, he was upset. "I'll do whatever you want Erica."

"I don't want this," I sobbed. "I don't want this idea of fucking, this disgusting, body parts smashing together, no thinking, no feeling, just selfish and awful, awful, awful, awful..." I trailed off as I buried my face in my hands and began to cry. The room fell silent. Soon, I felt Alex's hand on my shoulder. I peered at him over my fingertips.

"Erica don't..." he whispered. I tried to look at him, to read his face, but he rested his forehead against mine; that way he could be connected to me, but not have to look at me. "Erica...I never meant to hurt you," he continued, "I just wanted to have fun. I'm sorry."

"Thats ok," I whispered back, "just know that I'm done. We're done."

"Why?" he asked.

"I thought I didn't need to tell you why!" I said, raising my voice.

"Just," he said, "are you sure?" he asked as he stroked my hair.

"Yes! I'm sure!" I shouted as I pulled his hand out of my hair and pushed myself away from him.

"Okay," he mumbled, his eyes fixed on his feet. "Fine. We're done." I could tell he wanted to say more, but he was holding back. He couldn't even look at me.

"Good," I said, upset. 

"Good!" he yelled as he brushed past me. It was difficult, but it was done. It was over. I felt myself begin to get upset. I was angry and frustrated and sad. I went back to my room, curled up in my bed and cried. 

***

"What's wrong, babe?" Elliot asked. I must have zoned out again. 

"Nothing," I lied. I had been avoiding being in the apartment ever since Alex and I fought. But the gloom between us was weighing on me. However, I had been spending more time with Elliot, which was helping. We continued to cuddle, watch Netflix and drink wine. He told me about his day, I told him about mine and I did my best not to think about going back to the apartment.

Pretty soon I felt Elliot's hand on my chin and he gently pulled me in for a kiss. It felt good and I let myself get lost in it until something stopped me. As I got more and more into it, all I could think about was the way Alex kissed me. I pushed Elliot away.

"Follow me," I whispered as I sauntered off the couch and moved towards the bedroom. I was hoping to distract myself. The facts were simple. Elliot was gorgeous and getting to be a better lover by the day. I was sure that once I got his clothes off, Alex would be out of my head.

He followed me, grinning like an idiot. I sat him down on the bed. I quickly undressed in front of him. His eyes ran up and down my body. I loved the attention and that began to turn my mood around. I yanked his shirt up over his head, pushed him back on the bed and started to undo his pants. His quickly hardening cock bounced out of his briefs. I smiled. But, seeing a naked man in front of me, instantly, began to remind me of Alex. I pushed those thoughts away and focused on what was in-front of me. I had a gorgeous, smart, kind, naked, man in-front of me, who wanted to do everything in his power to please me.

I began to kiss him. He flipped me on to my back and slid down my body to my pussy. His tongue felt great. His fingers slid in and out of me in measured time. It was good, but it all felt so clinical. Like, I taught him one way to please me, and, now, that was all he was going to do. Ever. I began to swirl my hips to throw him off his rhythm. He just held me down and kept going.

We had been having sex every day that week, but the more sex we had, the staler it got. The staler it got, the harder it got for me to cum. I knew it wasn't him. He was doing things to me that any other woman would envy. It was me. Everything he did just made me crave Alex even more. I missed Alex's creativity and impulsiveness. I longed for how Alex always seemed to find new ways to pleasure me. How it pushed me to my limits. 

I pushed Elliot away from my pussy and went for his cock. I did all I could to get him hard. I heard him hiss when my tongue met his cock. I quickly sucked him in and out of my mouth. I looked up just in time to see his eyes roll back into his head. Pretty soon, he felt hard enough, so I got on top of him and pinned him down. 

Even though he was upset I stopped blowing him, he nearly lost it when I replaced my mouth with my pussy. His hips bucked hard against me as I eased myself down onto his cock. 

"Oh shit," he slurred, his face twisted in pleasure. I began to bounce on his cock. I wanted it hard, I wanted it fast, I wanted to forget. I wanted to erase Alex from my mind and from my body. I wanted to cum, hard, around Elliot's cock.

I pressed my fingers to my clit and my pussy began to tighten. I could feel him begin to shake beneath me. His hands clutched my hips. His breath got ragged as he thrust up into me. He closed his eyes, threw his head back and groaned.

"Don't you dare cum," I growled as I pulled his face back to mine. He looked back at me surprised, but incredibly aroused. "Not yet, please," I whimpered, softening my voice. He nodded. He let go of my hips and just let me ride him. Then, he knitted his brow, clenched his fists and began to bite the inside of his cheek. My toes began to curl. I felt my pussy clench. Sweat trickled down my back. I looked into his eyes. He looked back and I suddenly became terrified that he was going to see the truth. He was going to see all those times with Alex. I leaned forward, burying my face in his neck and grabbed the bed beneath us as I rode him.

"Shit," he whispered involuntarily. He was painfully close. I could feel him becoming rock hard inside me. Suddenly, my body arched and I came. I slowed my paced, enjoying myself squeezing around his cock. Soon after, I heard his breath catch and felt him cum beneath me. Emotionally and physically exhausted, I rolled off of him. After a moment I heard,

"Holy shit babe," he whispered, "That was...Oh my God..." he moaned. He laid there, still and spent on the bed. I curled away, upset. I couldn't tell him what I was really feeling. I couldn't tell him that more I slept with him, the more I realized that even though I had ended things with Alex, they were far from over.

***

"I'm having a party," Alex said. It was the first thing he had said to me in a week. We were in the kitchen. He was making coffee and toast. I was waiting for the coffee maker. The kitchen was one of the few places we could be together. I think it was out of sheer necessity. He was buried in his phone. 

"Okay," I responded, unsure of what to say.

"So, there will be people here...late," he mumbled, still in his phone.

"When?" I asked.

"Tonight," he responded. There was a slight edge to his voice. Even though I was annoyed at the short notice. I let it slide. I wanted to be nice. He handed me the coffee pot and I poured two cups. One for myself and one for Elliot. Alex noticed. He paused and gave me one of the snarkiest side-eye's I'd ever seen, then he audibly scoffed before leaving the kitchen. 

"Ok," I said after him as I added milk and sugar and went back to my room. Elliot was sleeping in my bed. I set his coffee on the night stand.

"Morning," I cooed. He slowly rolled over.

"Coffee? Thanks," he said before he kissed me, sweetly. I smiled. At least someone was being nice to me. I curled up next to him and let him take me in his arms for awhile. He began to nuzzle my neck. I pulled away.

"I have to go into the office soon," I whispered. As if on cue, rain began to pound against my window.

"Can't you work from home?" he groaned. I peeked outside, it was pretty awful.

"I do have a few more days before the project is due," I whispered, considering.

"Let's just stay in bed all day, please." He smiled against my neck and began to roll on top of me.

"One second," I giggled, as I rolled away from him, "I have to send an email." I did. I felt him wrap himself around my back. He was insatiable lately. "Alex is having a party later," I mumbled as I typed.

"Fun," he whispered as he began to kiss the back of my neck.

"I have a feeling we aren't invited," I said back.

"Come on. Alex is cool," he said dismissively as he wrapped his hands around my waist.

"Really?" I asked, "You gave him one hell of a look at that club the other night."

"What?" Elliot stopped and looked at me, confused.

"When we all danced, together, the three of us, you kinda, snapped at him," I mumbled. Elliot looked away, remembering.

"Oh yeah, that," he groaned, "I mean, he was touching you, I got jealous." 

"Yeah...but, you kinda..." I pushed.

"I kinda what?"

"Told him...to touch me," I said. He looked away again, considering his words.

"It was...I was being...confusing. I know, but, don't worry, I'm fine with him," he mumbled.

"I'm going into the office," I said as I began to get out of bed.

"What if I order in pancakes?" he offered. As if on cue, my stomach growled. I paused.

"I don't know," I mumbled. He pulled me back into bed.

"Come on, stay," Elliot said. He began to tickle me. I giggled as he pinned me down. I began to laugh in earnest when he got to my ribs.

"Stop! Stop!" I laughed, "I'll stay!" He smiled back at me.

"Good," he whispered as he pulled me in for a kiss.

***

True to his word, Elliot and I got delivery and slept in. We spent most of the day naked in bed as we caught up on one of my favorite TV shows. After a few naps, a decent amount of teasing, a cuddly round of sex and a shower, we were ready to arrive fashionably late to Alex's party. I got a harsh look from Alex when we emerged from my room. I quickly began to introduce myself and Elliot to people at the party. 

But, just as I began to relax I saw Patricia from across the room. She looked incredible, as usual, in a tight crop top and shorts. Her perfectly made up face scrunched into a scowl when she saw me. I, quickly, pulled Elliot into the kitchen and started mixing drinks. I had drawn the battle lines. It was Alex's party, so he had the living room. But, I still lived there, so I had the kitchen. 

As the party got into full swing, I began to catch Alex glancing at me through the doorway. It was only because I was glancing at him. His tank top showed off his arms and I had on a cute dress that showed off my legs. Also, Elliot's hand occasionally drifted down to my ass. I could see Alex bristling every time he caught him. I felt myself begin to get off on his jealousy. I was excited that I could draw his attention away from a woman like Patricia. I shot him a sly smile as Elliot groped my ass. I felt myself begin to bite my bottom lip, to tease him, but I stopped myself. I made a choice. I turned away from Alex and kissed Elliot on the cheek. Elliot smiled back at me.

As the party died down, everyone moved to the living room. I settled with Elliot on the floor. Patricia was seductively perched on Alex's lap on the couch. Everyone was laughing and joking and drinking and sharing stories. I rested my head on Elliot's shoulder. He carefully placed his hand on my knee. I saw Alex shift uncomfortably. Suddenly we all heard,

"Truth or Dare!" We whipped around to see Damian, one of Alex's good friends, standing in the hallway with handle of bourbon. We all laughed.

"No way!" Alex laughed back, "Just sit down!" he said as he made room on the couch.

"C'mon!" Damian yelped, obviously tipsy, "It will be fun!"

"No," I said, "Lets just—" I started, but Patricia interrupted me.

"I'd be down," Patricia said as she flipped her hair to one side, effectively seducing every guy in the room. They all shifted uncomfortably and began to try and rally the women. Pretty soon, the tide turned, a round of glasses were filled with bourbon and we started.

"I'll start!" Patricia smiled. "Damian, truth or dare?"

"Truth," he grinned. Everyone booed.

"Okay! OK," Patricia laughed. Her eyes narrowed as she thought of the perfect question. "Have you ever masterbated to a cartoon?"

"Absolutely," Damian responded without missing a beat, "Jasmine single handedly started my adolescent sexual awakening." Everyone laughed and drank. As more questions and dares were thrown people began to get more and more comfortable. After laughing uncontrollably at someone's embarrassing story, I finally had the gauntlet thrown at me.

"Truth or dare?" Damian asked with a shit-faced grin.

"Dare," I replied, a little too confident.

"Kiss Alex," he replied. I felt my stomach flip

"I don't think—" I started.

"Sorry, no roommate incest Damian," Alex finished for me.

"C'mon," Damian said. I looked at Elliot, his face was blank.

"Noooo," I whispered as I buried myself in my drink.

"You heard the lady," Alex insisted.

"Okay then," Damian mumbled, "Kiss me," he said. He smiled. I laughed nervously. I looked at Elliot. He turned away from me. I looked at Alex and he had a glint of mischief in his eye.

"You got it," Alex said. And before anyone could say anything Alex hopped off the couch, wrapped his hand around the nape of Damian's neck and kissed him deeply. Damian jumped in surprise but quickly relaxed into the kiss and responded enthusiastically. It seemed that Alex was good at dominating just about anyone. Alex carefully cradled Damian's face and eased him out of the kiss. Everyone in the room howled.

"Dude," Damian breathed.

"What?" Alex smirked.

"What...what did...you do with your tongue?" he whispered, still dazed. I blushed. I knew exactly what he did with his tongue. Alex's face broke into a wide smile as he moved back to Patricia.

Of course after that, all the dares had a distinctly sexual bent. As lurid promises were made and couples retreated into dark corners, I felt Elliot begin to pull away from me. I looked at him. He looked uncomfortable. I began to shift and lead us to a graceful exit when I heard.




Roommates Ch. 08



"Alex! I dare you to spend seven minutes in heaven with your girlfriend!" The dare was thrown by one of Alex's friends. Patricia giggled. Involuntarily, I looked back over my shoulder at Alex. He was looking right back at me, expectantly. He was waiting and watching to see if I would bristle. I rolled my eyes, grabbed Elliot's hand and began to leave. Just as I got up I heard, "And your roommate!" 

"Oh no, we are heading out," I mumbled, deeply uncomfortable, "It was great to meet—" I started.

"Don't be a party pooper," Patricia said. I fumbled with a response. She glared and quickly grabbed my wrist. She yanked me away from Elliot, then reached back and grabbed Alex by the belt and dragged us both towards Alex's room. I tried to signal to Elliot over my shoulder, to tell him not to worry. To try and comfort him, but before I could see his reaction, the door was slammed in my face me. 

Patricia threw both of us into Alex's room and shut the door shut behind us. Alex settled on the bed. I, awkwardly, leaned against the wall. The tension could be cut with a knife.

"I love it when I get the chance to say this, but, ladies there is more than enough of me to go around," Alex started. His laugh was met with silence.

"She knows," I breathed.

"Yeah, it was pretty fucking obvious," Patricia spat.

"Well, this is not how I imagined this would go," Alex mumbled.

"Seriously?" Patricia asked, her eyes narrowing on Alex. He shrugged. "So now that everything is out in the open, why don't we get Elliot in here—" Patricia said.

"No!" Alex and I both yelped in unison.

"Oh? Why not?" she cooed, happy with her power.

"I haven't told him yet," I whispered.

"No moment like the present," she replied as she reached for the door. I ran in front of her.

"No, I have to be the one to tell him," I insisted.

"Will you tell him?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"You promise?" she asked as she searched my eyes.

"Yes," I said back, nearly pleading for mercy.

"Oh..." she breathed. Her mind seemed to be going to a million places as she stared into me. "Fuck! Erica! Just fuuuck," she groaned as she backed away and beat the air with her fists. "Its not like you to lie! I'm the one who lies. I'm the one who has affairs and comes to you to fix it. You're the one who reminds me to look at my life and look at my choices. We can't both be the messy one."

"I know. I know," I mumbled as I sat down on the bed next to Alex. 

"What are you doing?" she asked as she reached out, as if she was going to shake me to my senses. I looked back at her and my face sank. She looked back somewhat sympathetically. "Don't get me wrong, I'm still mad at you," she said, "In fact, I'm pissed. But, right now you need someone to talk some sense into you and it looks like its going to have to be me. So...fine...lets do a role reversal." She sat down between Alex and I on the bed. She grabbed my shoulders and faced me. "OK, Erica, I need you to look at your life and look at your choices." The look in her eyes stunned me. She was using every cell in her body to wake me up. To shake me to my senses. It looked like she was about to cry. My eyes began to tear up.

"Maybe I should leave," Alex said, noticing the shift in the room.

"Sit!" she barked. He froze. Her eyes dug into me. I began to cry.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I whispered.

"Thats right girl, let it out," she said as she put her arm around me.

"I don't know what I was thinking. I'm an awful person," I cried.

"You're not an awful person," she said as she held me, "You're a being a lying bitch right now. You're being a lying heinous bitch, but you're not awful, you're human, which means you get to make mistakes." 

"Okay," I whimpered.

"Has he made you cry?" She asked, suddenly protective of me. I nodded.

"Maybe," I whispered.

"Good," she nodded. Then she turned and punched Alex in the shoulder. "Don't you ever do that again, asshole, or you will have me to answer to. Understood? 

"Understood," he said, holding his hands up, asking for mercy.

"Also, I hope this goes without saying, but, fuck you," she snapped in his face, "Good luck ever getting a girl like me again. Asshole."


"Also understood," he mumbled.

"Now, you," she said as she turned back to me, "when you're sober, tell your boyfriend the truth but don't go into details, no guy even needs to know the details. Then, give him time. Got it?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"It's gonna suck," she admitted, "but, I know you Erica. You can't live with a secret like that in you're heart. Not if you really care about Elliot."

"I know," I admitted.

"Good," she smiled. "Don't ever make me do that again!" she groaned as she got off the bed and opened the door.

As the three of us made our way back to the living room, everyone could tell that nothing fun happened. A few guys ragged on Alex for not being able to make anything happen, but it was clear that he was not in the mood. Patricia buried herself in her phone and began to make her exit. I searched for Elliot. He had retreated to the kitchen. He looked livid.

"Elliot!" I yelled. He just shot me a look and made his way to the door. "Wait!" He ignored me and left. I followed him, nearly running to keep up with him. "Nothing happened!" I said as I followed him down the stairs. I chased him as he burst through the front door. "Elliot! Wait! I yelled. After I had followed him half way down the block he, finally, turned to face me.

"You know what Erica?" he started, "I had a lot of time to think while you were doing whatever the fuck you were doing in there and...do you think I'm an idiot?"

"What? No of course not!" I yelped.

"Because I must be if I couldn't see it before. But tonight it was so fucking obvious..." he rambled.

"What's going on Elliot?" I asked, worried. I'd never seen him this angry before.

"I think I'm the one who needs to be asking that question," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"I should have know by the way he was touching you at the club, but there was just something about the way he was looking at you tonight, it made something click and it all made sense. What's going on with you and Alex, Erica?" he asked. My eyes shot wide open and my heart stopped.

"What?" I squeaked, barely able to force my voice above a whisper.

"Is there anything going on between you and Alex?" he repeated, refusing to let me off the hook.

"No," I breathed.

"Ever?!" he barked.

"What?" I asked, stunned.

"Has anything ever happened between you and Alex?" I was shocked by his directness. Before I could think, I responded.

"Yes," I breathed. The moment I said it I wanted to take it back. I clasped my hands over my mouth. I looked at Elliot, terrified. He froze.

"What?" he asked, "I can't believe—" he started.

"Not anymore, its done!" I blurted out. Elliot began to pace.

"When?" he asked.

"Elliot—" I mumbled, trying to backtrack.

"What did you do?" he asked as he stared me down.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to avoid him. 

"With him!" he shouted, "What did you do with him?!" I froze, suddenly scared of what he was capable of. Seeing the fear in my eyes, he backed off. "With a guy like that I can only imagine," he mumbled.

"Elliot?" I asked.

"I trusted you," he spat as he started to move towards the street, trying to hail a cab.

"I'm sorry. Please Elliot," I begged as he ignored me.

"No," he said, refusing to look at me.

"Elliot!" I cried as I wrapped myself around him. I felt his body tense, "Its over I swear!" I wept into his sleeve. 

"Oh really?" he asked as he looked down at me. His eyes were cold.

"I swear," I cried. He turned his body to face mine. He took my face in his hands.

"Get away from him," he commanded.

"What?"

"Get away from him or we're done," he said as he held my face so I couldn't turn away or avoid him anymore.

"I live with him," I whispered.

"Then move," he said. I pushed myself out of his grasp. 

"Unlike you, I don't have the disposable income to just up and move whenever I feel like it!" I yelled. A cab finally pulled up to him on the street. He looked over his shoulder as he got in.

"You can stay with me if you need to. Just get away from him!" he shouted. He slammed the door and the cab sped away. I watched him leave. I felt heart sink into my stomach. I knew what I had to do.

***

"So you do what again?" Alex's voice echoed from the living room. He was interviewing roommates. I offered to help, but he insisted. He was the one who would have to live with them after all. I heard a mumbled response and a tell-tale sigh from Alex. He had been having rotten luck. As the interview wrapped up, I continued to pack my boxes. Elliot had offered to pay all the costs and let me stay with him in the meantime. I only came to the apartment to meet with the landlord and pack.

Later the night I began to move the boxes out of my room and into the hallway for the movers. Alex sat in the living room, watching me struggle. After I nearly dropped a box of my foot he finally said,

"Do you need help?"

"No!" I said as I began to push a box of books across the floor. I felt him watch me as a loaded box after box into the hall way. After awhile, I took a break. I bent over a box to plug in my phone. As I searched the wall for the outlet, I felt Alex behind me. He ran a finger on the skin between my shorts and my shirt. I shot up.

"Are you serious, Alex?!" I snapped. I whirled around to face him.

"Honestly, I can't help it," he grinned, "Your ass is perfect." I frowned at him. He refused to back away. He leaned into me, putting his hands on either side of me, backing me against the wall.

"Stop it," I said, holding my ground, "That's how this whole mess got started. Neither of us could keep it in our pants."

"Really Erica?" he whispered as he tried to kiss me. I turned away and slid away from him on the wall.

"Yes Alex," I said as I sat on a box and watched my phone charge. He ran a hand over his face and through his hair.

"So," he started, "That was all it was. Sex?"

"Yes," I quipped, "Great sex, but just sex." I added, refusing to look at him. I felt him perch on a box next to me. I ignored him.

"Erica, look at me, please," I put my phone down and glared at him. He flinched, but continued, "Can't you see what you do to me? What you've done to me? I feel like its so obvious."

"What's obvious Alex?" I asked, genuinely confused. I rarely saw him like this. His eyes were soft, his body was hunched almost like he was afraid that I was going to hurt him. I lessen my glare. "I'm listening," I said as I let myself open up to him.

"I want you," he confessed.

"What?" I asked, I couldn't believe what I just heard.

"I want to be with you and only you," he said simply, I could feel those words pierce my heart. I looked away.

"Why?" I mumbled.

"I don't know why. But I do." He said as he searched for my face, "You have to look at me Erica, I can't say this to your back." Carefully, I looked back at him.

"What happened to friends with benefits?" I asked, "And not doing relationships?" 

"I knew you wouldn't leave Elliot for me. You'd never date a guy like me. So, if sex was the only way I could have you, I'd take it." He looked heartbroken. 

"Alex," I said as I let my hand rest against his, "if you felt that way you shouldn't have done that. You should have just asked me out."

"You're intimidating, you're hot and smart—" he rambled as he interlocked his fingers with mine, happy to that I was letting him touch me.

"You date actresses and models, there is no way that I scare you," I cut him off. He stopped and just held my hand. He didn't seem to be taking it any farther than that so I let him. We sat together in silence for a long moment, neither of us sure of what to say.

"Erica, you terrify me," he whispered.

"Why?" I breathed. But some part of me already knew the answer.

"I..." he started, "I don't say these words lightly. I don't say those words at all, unless I absolutely mean them. And its not just because I don't want you to leave but..." he trailed off and turned away from me I pulled him back.

"What?" I asked.

"I...I wish i could say I'm wasn't, but I'm in—"

"Stop! Don't say that!" I snapped. I pulled my hand away from his and got up. I began to walk away but he grabbed my arm.

"Why not?" he said as he turned me to face him, "You drive me crazy. Just. Erica. Please, don't leave me," he begged. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and held me against him. He rested his head on my shoulder and held me as hard as he could. I felt my heart in my throat. I'd never seen him like this before. He nuzzled his face into my neck and inhaled my scent. Then, almost reflexively, he sighed, "I love you." I was completely disarmed. I froze in his embrace. I felt my eyes burn with tears.

"No," I whispered. I put my hands between us and slowly, but firmly pushed him away. I felt tears running down my face, "You don't get to say that to me. Not after all you've done." After one last push, he, finally, let me go. I turned away, walked down the hallway to my room and slammed the door. 

***

I watched as the movers took the last box. I stood in the kitchen and signed the paper work. Alex lurked in the living room. He was silent, but his eyes said it all, he was upset. Elliot was perched in the door of the apartment. He had a shit eating grin plastered on his face. It was clearly for Alex more than it was for me. As I rolled my suitcase to the front, Elliot pulled me in for a kiss. I flinched. 

"What?" he asked, searching my eyes. Could he tell that I had cried all night? I smiled and quickly pecked him on the lips. 

"I'll meet you downstairs," I said, "I have to give Alex the keys."

"Don't be long," Elliot said. It wasn't a cute thing that would usually be said between a couple, it was a very clear warning. I nodded.

When I heard the door close, I turned to Alex. He looked up at me from the couch, his eyes were cold and hard.

"Here are the keys, and my forwarding info. Once you find someone let me know and I'll work out a deposit situation with them." I set them on the coffee table.

"Okay," Alex said as got up and powered up the Xbox. He watched the screen intently as the game loaded. "Goodbye?" I said, unsure of what to do.

"Whatever," Alex mumbled as he logged in. I stood there for a moment, but it was clear, this was no longer my home and I was not welcome. I got out of there as fast as I could.

Elliot was sitting in the car waiting for me. I got in.

"So?" he asked,

"What?" I responded as the car pulled away. I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness growing inside of me.

"How did it go with Alex?"

"Whatever," I said, "He's fine."

"Okay?" Elliot asked, clearly not satisfied with that answer.

"The Xbox was more important to him than making sure he got my keys," I snapped, hoping to shut him up.

"Wow," he breathed, "What an asshole." He reached for my hand, "We're going to get through this, don't worry." I smiled back at him, but I wanted to smack him. I also wanted to fuck him. I wanted to fill this hole that was growing in my heart. He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. I pulled his hands to my waist and kissed him, hard, on the mouth. He tried to push me away, but I just sucked his tongue into my mouth, imitating what I was about to do to his cock. He moaned and melted into me. His hands grabbed the small of my back and pulled me against him. I needed this. I needed the comfort. I needed the escape. I began to kiss down his neck. "Erica," he groaned, he started to say something in protest until I found a spot on his ear that, apparently, made him lose his ability to speak. I brought my hand to his crotch, he was semi hard. I began to massage his cock through his jeans, he didn't stop me. I worked him over until we felt the car stop.

He grabbed my bag and dragged me past the doorman and into the elevator. He pressed me up against the wall and kissed me. I let out little moans into his mouth. We got to the apartment. He threw my bag down and slammed me against the wall. I gasped, he smiled. He put his hands around my ass and hoisted me up around his waist. He walked me into his bedroom. 

Elliot laid us both down on the bed, he grabbed my wrists in his hands and pinned me to the bed. He kissed my neck and slid my dress up and off my body. I didn't have on a bra, and my panties were wet. I wrapped my legs around him and began to grind against him. He grabbed my tits and pinched my nipples, I yelped. He put his hand down the front of my panties and felt how wet I was. I gasped as he found my clit. I reached forward and began to undo his pants and get his cock out. I, clumsily, used my other hand to pull off his shirt. He let his pants fall to his ankles and dug his fingers into my pussy, it hurt, but I didn't care. I just repositioned his fingers and pulled his cock into my mouth. He tried to finger me, but couldn't concentrate with my lips around him. Feel my wetness in two places was proving to be too much for him. 

Once I felt his cock get hard enough I laid back and spread my legs. Elliot wasted no time. He slammed himself into me. I moaned and grabbed his ass, I did not want him to stop. He just grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head. He tried to fuck me hard. To teach me a lesson. To hold me down. Like, a strange bizarro version of Alex, but he just wasn't really doing it. I let him fuck me for a bit, work up a sweat. Soon, I began to thrust back on him from underneath. But, as soon as I did, I saw his brow furrow and his hands went to my hips and clenched them tightly. Before I could do anything, he came. Soon after he collapsed next to me with a huge smile on his face. He began to curl up under the sheets. 

I curled up next to him and waited until he fell asleep. I got up and went to the bathroom. I needed a shower. I ran the water and grabbed a towel. Elliot had one of those rain shower heads, where the water drizzles down from right above you. The thought of washing my hair got very tempting. I began to dig through the cabinets to find shampoo. Of course, there were plenty of options. I began to open them and smell them, pretty soon I found one that I couldn't put down. The moment I inhaled it I felt oddly happy. It wouldn't be until later that I realized that it was because it was the same brand Alex used, but as I took the bottle off the shelf, what I saw behind it took my breath away. There, nestled between the bottles of conditioner and shaving gel was a box. A very specifically sized box in a very specific shade of blue. I heard foot steps. I whipped around only to see Martha, Elliot's black lab. I breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her head. Maybe it wasn't what it very clearly was. Plenty of things come in blue boxes, maybe it was some fancy face cream. I carefully removed the box and eased it open. What was inside was unmistakable. As my heart dropped into my stomach, the most beautiful engagement ring I'd ever seen sparkled back at me.

TBC...