The Roommate (The Camgirl Part 2)

Part XVIII: Mischievous Ideas

XVIII: Blake and Liam

Blake

With a groan, Blake locked her phone, closing her ebook, and set her phone back on the nightstand. She rubbed at her eyes, then stared at the ceiling of her dark room. She was tired, eyes too tired to read anymore, but she wasn't sleepy. She'd already considered and dismissed the idea of doing another short show tonight. She had class tomorrow, and even if she hadn't, she still couldn't stay up too late or it would fuck up her whole routine.

Blake closed her eyes, trying to think of something that had made her fall asleep quickly in the past. All her ideas eventually led to the dull pulsing need between her legs. She bit her lip.

Fuck it.

Blake threw back all but the main sheet covering her and let her hands wander down her naked torso. She hissed, closing her eyes as her fingers brushed the slick, sensitive lips. They weren't oversensitive anymore, but she would still need to be careful, tease herself rather than going straight for an orgasm.

As her fingers danced between her legs, Blake's conjured an image of Liam. He knelt, head between her thighs, tongue and fingers caressing her in just the right way. Blake had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as her hips started moving of their own accord, back arching as she ground her hips against Liam's face, his attentions bringing her closer and closer to the satisfaction she was so close for.

Her thighs closing around her hands instead of Liam's head brought Blake out of the fantasy, heart pounding.

"Nooo..." she whimpered, the orgasm she'd been so close to fading away, "No, no, nooo..."

After taking a few deep breaths to relax, Blake tried again, but her mind kept wandering. Her fantasy of Liam drifted away a few times as what Marie and Sophie had said earlier tugged at her thoughts.

I wasn't really that bad, was I?

Yet here she was, thinking about Liam. It wasn't bad of her to fantasize about him--about my boyfriend--but the sneaking thought that she wouldn't be satisfied without him...

Liam's ego would probably explode if she told him that, but it probably wasn't healthy.

Or is it?

Blake had never loved someone like this before.

Is that just what happens when you love someone?

She could think of a number of things supporting and against that: if it were true, people who loved each other wouldn't bother cheating. At the same time, maybe those people just weren't truly in love.

Blake sighed. If was truly in love with Liam, she wanted to make sure that was it--not the...obsession she'd had when trying to get him out of her head. She'd done stupid, careless shit that she wasn't okay with trying to deal with those feelings, and she needed to make sure she was her own solution to that, not Liam.

Just because I have him now doesn't mean I'm less fucked up. It just makes me happy and not hurt as much anymore. If I don't fix it and something bad happens...

Blake shivered, dismissing that line of thought. It would be bad.

She didn't like thinking about the future. Not with things like that. Goals, she could handle, but stuff involving other people...that terrified her.

With a sigh, Blake scrubbed at her eyes again.

I could just...not think about him when I masturbate unless he's actually involved somehow.