Roommate Arrangement

Bliss to Bad News

Perrie

Sex with Jade is unlike the sex I've had in any other relationship. It's not civilized, but it's not savage either. Jade is the ideal balance between sweetly docile and confidently naughty, and she knows exactly when one works and the other is necessary. She's perfect.

The biggest problem we seem to have, is that our schedules don't match. She goes to bed an hour or two before I get up for my day. By the time I get home from work, she's on her way out the door or already long gone.

Two days after our initial argument, followed by the sex of the century, I'm woken up twenty minutes before my alarm goes off to a blowjob. This time I get to come in Jade's pretty, perfect mouth.

Monday is one of Jade's days off. I go into work in the morning, but I schedule the afternoon to work from home. I don't plan to do much actual work. I plan to do Jade. Repeatedly. On any available surface.

I arrive home just after two and find her in the kitchen, humming away, making coffee and microwave Pop-Tarts and marshmallows. Apparently, it's her favorite thing. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her up against me, nuzzling into her hair. "Is this your version of a healthy breakfast?"

She turns around in my arms. "Healthy? No. Breakfast? Yes. Want one?"

"That's not really what I'm hungry for."

"Oh?"

I shake my head and pick her up, depositing her on the counter. She's wearing her bathrobe. It's white with red flowers and made of some silky material. "I'm more interested in finding out what's under here." I pull the bow at her waist and watch as the sides part, revealing smooth tan skin and perky nipples. She's naked and glorious. I take her right there on the counter. We spend the rest of the day in my bedroom enjoying each other.

I know the second she crawls into bed with me. It doesn't matter that it's between two and four in the morning. It doesn't matter that I have to get my ass up at five-thirty and work a twelve-hour day. All she has to do is press her body against mine and I'm instantly awake. We'll fuck until my alarm goes off. I stopped bothering with condoms when the second box ran out on day four and she assured me she's on the pill.

Which also happened to be the day she decided to rehearse the dance to the song that broke me. While naked. We didn't make it past the living room floor. I still have bruises on my knees from that.

We don't address any of the important issues, such as how we're going to deal with the fact that she's still living here and we're sleeping together. To be quite honest I don't want to mess with this good thing we have now that we finally have it. Which is a problem. Because there are things we need to figure out. I don't particularly want her to leave, but I also know that staying here indefinitely was never part of her plan. I don't want to freak her out by inviting her to move in permanently, even though it's something I've considered. It's a little premature.

A week is not really enough time to make a highly informed decision regarding shacking up. But I'm really enjoying having Jade in my bed every night. She gives incredible blow jobs. She has a naughty mouth. She likes it when I talk dirty to her. And that's just the sexual compatibility, which has nothing on how compatible we are beyond the bedroom.

It's been two hours since I left Jade sleeping in my bed. Four hours since I've been inside her. I already feel as if I'm going through withdrawal.

Hours have never felt more like eternity than they do right now. The more we keep doing this, the more aware I become that we really need to stop dancing around conversations and figure out what this is. There's no timeline on moving out, but I'm well aware that she's been actively seeking a new agent and that she's looking to audition for roles that will take her closer to Broadway.