My roommate and I

My roommate and I

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"Blake. What's going on?" She said in her mom voice. I pushed the hold button on my phone and put it in my back pocket. I crept out of the room. I didn't know what to expect. Did I leave the door open? I heard a throaty moan. Oh god! There's some random people in my room and they are getting it on! Well, they are going to be getting a nice surprise from yours truly... That's when I saw them. He had her pushed against the wall. His one leg in between hers. His hands were on her hips and hers were in his hair. I cleared my throat, making the brunette jump and shriek. The guy looked at me, up and down. He smirked, lightly, apparently appreciating what he saw. He looked at me with confusion in his eyes. "Who are you?' He asked in a husky voice. He cleared his throat, blushing lightly when he noticed his voice was unusual. "Who are YOU?" I asked back, a smirk in place. I put my hand on my hip before sighing loudly, bringing him back to wherever his mind was.
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I took a breath and knocked on Blake's door. He opened the door still shirtless but he was now in PJ pants that hung low on his waist. I looked over his body. "You almost done checking me out?" He smirked "Oh uh heres your shirt" I handed him his shirt. He took it slowly and stared at our hands as they brushed each other. He looked up at me as I was still looking at our hands. Suddenly I was pulled close to him. He had his arm around my waist and his forehead rested on mine. Our noses brushed against each other and for a moment nothing happened. He then dropped his shirt and held my face with both his hands. "Sage you better stop me" he said quietly. "I don't want to" I said closing my eyes. He pressed his lips on mine. It was soft and I wanted more but he pulled away blushing.

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