Roomies - Chapter 5

“Hey you!” Zoey smiles as she comes through the door, tilting her head up to kiss me. I worry if she can taste Max’s cum on my breath, so I just give her an awkward peck. “Guess what I got!”

She pulls the gorgeous book out from her bag. It’s soft, smooth leather interlaced with gold flakes and fringe. Even the pages are coated with the metallic gold edges. It’s an amazing gift, one I absolutely don’t deserve.

“Th-thank you…so much.” I say, genuinely meaning it.

She shrugs like it’s nothing more than bringing in the newspaper. Her beautiful smile is a sight to behold. She has wavy, black hair down to her shoulders, with slight bangs that go out to the side. She’s not wearing her glasses today, but she pulls off anything she puts on…or takes off.

“Come in,” I say after a bit of an awkward silence.

Max is still in the kitchen, pouring himself a beer. “Hi Zoey.” He says, nonchalantly. Like he didn’t just pump a load down her boyfriend’s throat.

“Hey Max,” Zoey says, with a mischievous smile of her own. “Jake says you’ve been helping him out while he’s in between jobs. That’s really kind of you!”

Max just shrugs and smiles. “Oh, he’s been doing some odd…jobs…around the house for me to make up for it. He can be quite…handy when he needs to be.”

Zoey’s eyes widened at that. Does she know? Was Max being too obvious? I know I certainly wish he was a little more cryptic. What if he decides to spill the beans and ruin our relationship? Or have I ruined it already??

“Handy?” Zoey chuckles, “I never knew Jake to be ‘handy’ around the house.

“Hey!” I scoff, a bit offended even though it’s true. I don’t know my way around many power tools at all.

“He’s learning quickly.” Max comes to my aid. “He’s needed a few pointers from me, but he’s had it in him all along.”

Zoey frowns, nodding, impressed. “Interesting. Well I’m glad he has you around then!”

“Me too.” Max smiles. “Me too.”

******

“Is everything alright?” Zoey asks, tugging on my cock that is limp as a noodle. We’d been fooling around in bed for the last several minutes, but to no avail at getting me hard. It’s not that I don’t find her attractive, quite the opposite actually. Zoey is gorgeous, wayy out of my league, and any man would be lucky to have her.

Maybe that’s my problem.

A real man wouldn’t have an issue getting hard for a girl like her. A real man would be raring to go at any second, and could give her the pounding of a lifetime. What was I gonna do with my wimpy wiener?

“Do you want my mouth?” she asks, playfully licking at the tip with a smirk on her face. This isn’t the first time I've struggled gaining an erection in bed. She must be disappointed, but she plays it off well. I hate that it’s something she’s grown accustomed to. She smiles as she takes the head of my flaccid dick between her lips. My anxiety quickly worsens. What if she sucks on it and nothing happens and she feels even more unappreciated? It’s not her, it’s me. She shouldn’t have to feel that way.

“Maybe…” I say, stopping her, “I should use my mouth.”

Before she can put together what that means, I flip her over on her back, and trace kisses down her tummy. I commend myself slightly for that little maneuver, some may have even called it ‘smooth’.

No they wouldn’t. It wasn’t that impressive.

I make my way down between her legs, continuing to kiss the creases and folds of her thighs and labia. I can feel the heat radiating off of her. The pheromones sizzle in the air. At least she is turned on.

What am I saying? I’m turned on too. My stupid dick just doesn’t show it.

I slip my tongue between the lips of her vagina, taking in her sweet scent and taste. I slowly bring it upward until I find the hood of her clit, using the tip of my tongue to gently tease the sensitive region in a series of circles.

Zoey’s hips sway as she lets out an appreciative moan, letting me know I’m doing the right thing.

I’ve always enjoyed eating a girl out. It centers back to that subservient feeling I’m accustomed to. Destined to do. This is where I belong. Between someone’s legs, servicing them. He or she.

“Ohhh myy goddd…” she groans as I press a finger into her, tipping it upward and tugging it back until I can feel the folds of her g-spot. I work it in the windshield-wiper-like movement that I know she likes while I ever so gently nibble on her clit. Her juices rain down my chin. She tugs my head in closer, pressing my nose against her pelvis, her way of telling me to go harder.

I oblige, slipping a second finger in and licking her clit more aggressively. Her legs start to quake and shiver.

“Ohh my godd! Yes! I’m gonna cum!! I’m gonna—!”

But she stops me, pushing my head up. She never lets me make her cum with my mouth. Like she’s afraid if she does I won’t fuck her after or something. Which…isn’t far from the truth. I feel like if I make her cum any how, any way, then my job is done. So it’s easier to play off not having sex afterwards, something she doesn’t tend to agree with.

“I need you!” she growls desperately, pulling the same maneuver I did on her a few minutes before, flipping me onto my back and aggressively taking my dick back in her mouth. She eagerly starts sucking my still floppy penis with a desperate vigor. It feels really good, and I certainly appreciate it, but my anxiety flares up again.

It’s nice to see her go at it like that though. Like she wants me, she really wants me. I wonder if that’s how I look going up and down on Max’s penis.

Then it hits me. Flashbacks of the past few days. Me, down on my knees, taking Max’s big, fat, juicy cock in my mouth. The taste of him, the feel of him throbbing against my tongue, the sounds he makes when I swirl it around the head, when I take it deep…

“Theeerrre we go!!” Zoey breathes triumphantly. I look down to see my dick is now hard as a rock. “I knew I’d get you up sooner or later!!” she giggles.

I try not to think about what may have caused the erection to finally occur, just flip her back over before it has time to go away. She quickly slips it in after I climb on top of her. The warm sleeve of her vagina feels soo good. I’m unbearably horny now. I slowly start working myself in and out of her in short, smooth strokes. She presses her hips against me more forcefully, encouraging me to go harder and faster. I do, following her tempo and rhythm.

But after a few seconds, I can feel myself softening again. Oh no. What if I become too limp and I slip out? What if we can’t get it back in? What if she thinks it’s her? This stupid anxiety creeps up again, causing a feedback loop of dread and despair that does anything but turn me on and make me able to perform.

Max certainly didn’t have any trouble performing when he was fucking me in the ass the other night. His dick was stiff and hard as a rock, pounding me into oblivion. God it feels good when he does that. He’s worked out the angles that hit my spot with every thrust. It makes me let out those high-pitched squeals. I feel like such a little slut with him, getting my skirt hiked up so he can fuck me like the little whore I am.

“Ohhh yea, babyy!” Zoey moans, “You’re so fucking hard! Fuck me! Right there! Right there!”

I quickly focus back on Zoey and what I’m doing. I am hard. Super hard. It makes me feel powerful, makes me feel good that I can make her make those noises.

“Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cu—”

But before she can finish, I’m already spasming on top of her. I try to hold it in, desperately wishing I can last just a little bit longer, but the waves pulsing from her body as she nears orgasm are too much to handle, and I end up beating her out with ease.

I try to wiggle some more to help her out, to get her over that threshold, but my dick is nowhere near workable now that it deposited its meager load inside of her.

“I’m sorry…” I say pathetically, still futilely trying to work whatever magic I can. But it’s too late. “I’m sorry…” I repeat.

“It’s okay.” She says, and she almost makes it sound genuine. She runs her hand along my face and chin, smiling at me.

“I can…still finish you off if you’d like?” I say in a desperate attempt to make it right, “You want my mouth again?”

“With all your stuff down there?” she asks dubiously.

“Oh..right…haha..” I chuckle awkwardly. In reality, I’d have no problem going down there and licking through my own load. In fact, I’d quite enjoy it. But I don’t think I want her to know that.

I lay next to her, taking her in my arms, smelling her scent, enjoying the feeling of her naked body on mine. I really am lucky to have her. Probably too lucky.

The guilt of what I’ve done with Max starts welling up in my chest, churning my stomach. A girl like her doesn’t deserve that. She’s done nothing wrong. She’s been nothing but supportive, and I’ve been doing those things behind her back.

“But only because you have to” something in my head tells me. “You’re doing it for a place to live.”

Or maybe that’s just something I’ve been telling myself to appease my conscience.

“Hey,” I say, trying to keep the chokey rasp from my voice.

“Hey.” she repeats, and I can tell she’s smiling even though she’s facing away from me.

“Do you think…maybe…I could move in with you?” It feels weird to say. We’ve only been dating for 6 months. It’s probably way too soon for a step like that. But desperate times, desperate measures.

“I dunno…” she says, considering. It doesn’t seem like she’s opposed to the implication, just more of the logistics. “With my parents, and my grandmother in the state she’s in, it’s…just a lot. You know? I’m already sleeping on the couch. I don’t think it could fit the two of us, and I really don’t think Gam-Gam would like the implications of that anyway.”

I try to hide my disappointment, knowing she’s right.

“What if I moved in with you?” she asks, turning slightly to look back at me. “You know, to help you with rent and—”

“No!” I say faster and louder than I meant to. It actually startled her, making her jump in my arms. I quickly change my tone. “No…I..sorry. I just…don’t want to have to rely on you like that.”

Or is it that I don’t want her to know what’s going on with Max and me?

My explanation doesn’t make sense, even in my head, but she doesn’t press it further, just nods and kisses my arm. “Well, if there’s anything I can do to help you along or make it better during this tough time, you know I’m always here for you.”

It simultaneously melts my heart and fills it with dread. I know what I have to do.

“Thank you.” I say, planting another kiss on her cheek and forehead. I wait for her to slowly drift off to sleep, listening to her adorably soft little snoozes. When I’m sure she’s out, I climb out of bed, wrap a towel around my waist (ironically, one of the ones I used to clean up cum from Max and I’s escapades yesterday) and head out the door, making sure it clicks behind me.

Max is in the kitchen eating a late night snack, he smiles at me when I walk in.

“I heard you guys in there.” He says through a mouthful of cereal, “That…didn’t take very long. A little quick on the draw, were we?”

I try to shake off my embarrassment, but can feel my cheeks reddening. “Listen Max…” I say, trying to avoid looking in his eyes and focus on my task at hand. “I don’t think we can…do this anymore.”

His spoon stops just before his mouth, frozen, but he quickly plays it off with a shrug, smiling. “Do what?”

I incline my head, knowing he wants me to say it but I won’t give him the satisfaction. “I just…can’t do it to Zoey anymore. We’re square for this month, so I’ll spend the rest of July looking for a job. I should have enough for rent by then.”

Max doesn’t say anything for a while, just continues chewing on his cereal. Finally, he smiles. “Okay.”

“Okay?” I repeat.

“Okay.” he says. He doesn’t seem hurt at all. In fact, he has this weird look on his face. Like he doesn’t believe what I say for a single second.

To Be Continued