Beauty and the Nerd

Ch7 - Roommate Probz

Beauty and the Nerd

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Chapter 7

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Anastasia gazed up at me with those beautiful purple eyes of her. I kissed her neck and sucked on the wet skin. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her body against mine.

My hands left her waist and drifted up her body, under her shirt, touching her hot skin. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. I felt myself get even more aroused.

I ground my hips against hers, bringing our s*x together. My fingers grazed the underside of her breasts. They felt so soft and all I wanted to do was taste her ripe nipples.

I lifted the shirt over her chest and my mouth watered at the sight of her full breasts. She helped me pull off the shirt she was wearing before she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my underwear.

My lips traced the line of her jaw to her chin. I was so close to kissing her lips. Just. A. Few. More. Inches...

"Wakey wakey lovebirds!"

I bolted up from my bed. I was sweating, breathing hard, and my morning wood twitched in surprise.

I was so close to kissing her! So what if it was a dream? I've wanted to kiss her and I didn't care if it was in my nighttime imagination, as long as it happens.

I'm going to kill Spencer for disrupting my amazing dream.

I froze when I felt the bed move and a mewing sound followed. I slowly turned my head and almost fell off the bed from the sight before me.

Anastasia Kerr was in my bed. Her hands were next to her hair which was sprawled all over my white pillow. Her shirt has ridden up her waist, revealing her bellybutton. The blanket covered her bottom half. I guess I'll never know I'd she's wearing shorts under that oversized t-shirt.

My heart soared at the perfect picture she created. Her lips were pouted out in a natural way. Her long dark eyelashes feathered her high cheekbones. And her nose was just a cute little thing.

Anastasia Kerr was an angel.

Sighing emotionally at her beauty, I was careful as I got out of bed so I wouldn't wake her. As gently as I could, I tugged the blanket higher above her body. Then, I grabbed my glasses from the night stand before tiptoeing across my room and stepped through the door.

"Spencer." I hissed when I walked in the kitchen.

Spencer gave me a look of pure fake innocence. "What?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Nothing." I said, already knowing what he was assuming about what was happening behind closed doors. "I'm making Anastasia breakfast."

He stepped aside when I went to open the fridge. "Why do you keep calling her that? It's such a mouthful." he said.

I shrugged. "I like it. It's a pretty name."

"A pretty name? Dude, I know you weren't manly before but now you're so feminine that you might as well get a s*x change."

I glared at him and ignored him for the rest of the time I was in the kitchen. Ten minutes later, I was headed back upstairs with a tray of two plates filled with eggs, bacon, toast, and apple juice.

My door creaked as I pushed it open with my hip and I saw Anastasia start to stir in the bed. I walked over to my side of the bed and placed the tray of food on the side table.

Anastasia's face scrunched up in the cutest way before she stretched her arms above her head. She sighed in content and opened her eyes. Her facial expression went from confused, to horrified, to relaxed when she saw my face.