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Your Roommate's A Hoe PART 1
"Stop Dave, you're sweaty." Naomi said, tryna get her sweaty boyfriend, arms from around her. She had just got through watching him play basketball with his boys.
"I know. You wanna come in and help me clean up?" Dave questioned as they stood outside his apartment door. He stared into her face, biting on his bottom lip. Naomi blushed, turning away from his intense gaze. She couldn't take it. Dave leaned down to kiss her lips, hoping to motivate her to go inside with him.
What could possibly be stopping her from entering this apartment and riding him crazy. Oh right, his roommate.
"Your roommate home?" "I don't think so, why?" Dave questioned, furrowing his eyebrows. This was the fifth time she asked about his roommate. Naomi bit on her cheek. Dave noticed she only did that when she was nervous. She couldn't possible be nervous about coming in the house with him. He'd been busting that down for 3 months now. She only started acting different when he got a roommate—a female roommate.
"Why you always do that?" "Do what?" Naomi questioned, a puzzled look on her face.
"Ask about my roommate. I'm not fucking her." Dave spat, growing upset. "I didn't say that but should I?" At this point she just wanted to start a fight to get away from his apartment.
Dave chuckled, leaning against the wall, "so now you tryna start a fight with me?" "No, you the one that brought it up. So are you?" She asked standing in front of him.
"You kinda cute when you mad." Dave said, pinching her cheeks. Naomi curled her lips to hide her smile. "First off I'm always cute. Don't change the topic David. Are you?"
"David?" He chuckled and at that moment the door flew open, revealing his roommate, Chyna, in his OKC Jersey and some thongs.
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"I knew I heard someone out here. Hi rommiee. Naomi..." She said her name with more emphasis as if she was antagonizing her. Dave sighed, watching Naomi eyes lock on his roommates body. "You're not doing what again Dave?" She let out a small chuckle before walking away.
Dave grabbed her arm, "Naomi?" "let me go Dave." He released her arm, watching her continue her path down the hall until she disappeared.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"What?!" She questioned, Dave walked past her. "What I do?" She grabbed his arm, turning him around. Dave stared at her body, making her look down. "oh your jersey? Oh shit, I'm so sorry. I was washing and I didn't have anything to wear. I didn't think you would mind. Is that why she mad? I can just...take it off?" She pulled at the Jersey. Dave licked his lips. He would be lying if he said he didn't find her attractive but did he fuck her? No.
"Nah...she gone now." He said walking toward the kitchen.
She laughed, "Dave I'm really sorry. I can call her."
"You good." Dave responded just tryna get away from her, but she just followed him. He sighed, opening the fridge.
"You sure?" "Yeah." "Ok...What are you making?"
Sighing again, he answered, "a sandwich." "I think that's what I'm in the mood for."
Dave sucked his teeth, "You been here all day yo." "I wasn't hungry." She laughed, "pass me the lunch meat please.." dave handed her the meat, avoiding eye contact—for multiple reasons.
Every time she got close to him, he would move. When she grabbed the bread, he'd grab a condiment.
"Why are you always dodging me?" "I don't..."
"But you do." "What makes you say that?" "You can't even look at me."
Dave stared at her just to prove a point. He knew she was right though. "Do I make you nervous?" "Not at all..."
"You sure?" She leaned against the counter, staring at him, seductively.
"What I tell you about that?"
"I'm just messing. You always so serious around me." She spat, irritation in her voice. "Is it cause of your girlfriend?"
Dave ignored her.
"I'll take that as a yes..." "You gon have to find you a new place."
"Why?" "It's just not working." "Whats not working?"
"This." "Whats this? Use your words David."
He glared at her "Oh you don't like to be called David?" She chuckled.
"You playing." "No I'm not. Why do I need to find a new place?"
"I think you know why." Dave responded "Is it cause you wanna fuck me?"
Dave choked on his own saliva after she said that.
"You ok?" "Chill..." he smirked. "You smiling cause it's true." She said rubbing on his arm. "How you know that?" He said staring down at her as she squeezed in front of him and the counter. Dave found himself entering the danger zone.
"Do I really need to answer that?" she asked, biting her lip.
"Why you tryna fuck up what I got?" "Trust me baby you don't got a lot.."
"Fuck that mean?" He said pushing his body up against her. "I'm definitely not talking about that..." Chyna responded, her eyes wandered down to his semi-hard dick. Chyna placed a phone on his chest. Dave grabbed it, "Whats this?"
She shrugged, "Open it and find out..." she said walking off.
