Short Stories | 18+

The Roommate

“Keep going... Keep going... Touchdown!” I yelled, jumping from my seat, spilling the bowl of popcorn all over the floor of the apartment. Jim and I both lifted our hands into the air praising the skies that Danielson scored in the last ten seconds of the game.

Jim was my roommate. We had been living together for the past three years, but we were definitely not in a relationship. The thing was, Jim already had a girlfriend, Amanda, going to college in some faraway land called Wisconsin. They’d been together ever since Jim and I moved in, and as such, I never had my chance to seduce him. Lord knows I wanted to though—those strong arms, packed abs, and that rugged look—I’d be crazy not to. Now, I wouldn’t say I was the most moral girl in the world especially given all the one-night stands I’ve had with guys, but when it came to messing around with another girl’s man behind her back especially when the girl was someone as cool as Amanda, that was off limits in my book.

I got to know Amanda after she stayed over at our place a few times. She was just like me—sweet, innocent with that hometown girl look that’s a little too sweet, a little too innocent like she was trying to to conceal a darker side. I didn’t realize what it was until I came home early one day from class and heard them in their bedroom. Loud, wet suctioning sounds, slapping, filthy talking, and even gagging noises reverberated behind Jim’s closed door.

Amanda was definitely no sweetheart when it came to having sex. She liked it hard and rough, just like I did, and apparently Jim as well, which honestly, made me a little jealous of her. She had a guy that liked to rough her up, and I didn’t.

Fortunately, at least for me, they broke up a month ago. Things had been going downhill for a while with the distance and all, and they finally called it quits leaving Jim pretty devastated for a few weeks. Tonight was the most animated I’ve seen him in some time, and the little minx inside me figured this would be the perfect opportunity to seduce him.

“Hell yeah! Did you see that Kate? Forty-Five yard touchdown in the last ten seconds. God that was beautiful! Gimme a high five,” shouted Jim.

I stood up from the couch holding a beer in one hand and raising the other high in the air to give him a high-five. He slapped my hand, and I purposely spilled beer all over his shirt and pants, pretending that it was due to the force of his high-five.

“Oh dammit! You got beer all over me,” he said, startled.

I quickly grabbed some napkins from the table and began dabbing his shirt and pants. I soaked up a good amount from his chest in my first dabbing, lingering to feel the hardness of his sculpted pecs. Damn they were hard. He looked at me, confused that I was dabbing him.

“It’s cool Kate, no big deal. You don’t have to help me clean up,” he said.

“Oh no, I feel so bad,” I said, lying through my teeth. “Let me help you soak up some of this beer then you can throw your clothes in the hamper and change.”

I dabbed my way down his torso, gentle probing touches, until reaching his pants where I pressed hard into his crotch feeling a hard rod beneath the zipper. He let out a groan. It was my lucky day—he had an erection.

“Oh whoa Kate what are you...”

Continuing to press my napkin against his crotch, feeling the hardness of his member, testing its give, I hushed his words by locking my sultry eyes with his, telling him without saying a word that I was horny and longed for his muscular body to dominate me in the roughest of ways.

“I want this. I’ve wanted this for so long. Now just shut up and give it to me,” I said, in case he didn’t get the message.

His hazel eyes bulged in surprise, and he pondered it for a moment, his brows furrowed, his eyes locking gaze with mine then slowly running down my slender frame assessing the curves of my body. I waited with bated breath, watching the expression on his face as his lips curled into a mischievous grin and his eyes filled with a dark look of lust.