I Just Fucked My Freshman College Roommate - Part 8

Everyone is 18. This is fiction.

So, I had handed him a rose after some raunchy, pre-brunch sex and involuntarily told him that I loved him. I froze, a little shocked that I just said that. But, the truth is, I meant it. It felt right, and although I was shocked at myself for having blurted it out without considering the ramifications, I knew it was true because it just felt so right to say. Unlike when I said it to my girlfriend senior year of high school. Back then, I just said it because we had been dating a while and it seemed like the right thing to do.

He stopped putting on his pants, looked at me and smiled brightly, peacefully, like I had just given him an amazing compliment. His face reassured me that I had done the right thing. He reached for me and let his pants fall down to his ankles. He wrapped his arms around my neck and put one hand on the back of my head and looked into my eyes, then pushed his body close to mine, his floppy, post-coital dick pressing into my crotch. I could feel it through my pants.

Then he said “I know”. Fucking star wars reference.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away, laughing. He said “You idiot. I love you too.”

Now you see why I ended the last post where I did :P

“Uh-huh” was all I responded. Walking back to my dresser to fetch a belt, smiling.

He walked up behind me and grabbed my hips, pushing his crotch into my butt. He put his head on my shoulder and kissed my neck.

“I love you babe” he said, directly into my ear. I get very pleasurable tingles when he talks into my ear.

I casually stepped away to put on my belt, and he finished getting dressed. On the way out the door to brunch the RA was on her way to our room. We stopped to chat with her, and she mentioned that we need to close the blinds “when changing”. She added a wink to her request. I thanked her for the advice and assured her we would be more careful.

So he takes me to this restaurant I’d never heard of, as I’m new to this area having just come here for school, and when we were seated I look at the menu. The place is realllllly expensive, like why would he choose this place.

“Ummm, so this place looks a bit expensive.” I said sort of nervously, “are we just getting water and breadsticks?” I laughed nervously, but seriously I wasn’t planning on staying. I assumed he had made a mistake.

“Get whatever you want” was all he said. Then kept reading his menu.

“I can’t really afford this, it’s like $100 per person if I order just one thing.” I said, putting the menu down.

“Don’t worry, it’s on me.” He said with a wink.

Why is everyone winking at me today?

“Ok…” I said, suspiciously.

So I’m perusing the menu, wondering if he is some secret rich boy or something. Still I don’t want to put him out, and am considering literally getting water and bread sticks. I think he could tell I was feeling unsure.

He finally spoke “Ok, truth is I told my brother I needed money for a date. And since I just broke up with Erica, he was glad to see I wasn’t moping around, and he got all excited. ‘My little bro slayin the co-eds’ and shit like that. He Venmo’d me a nice chunk of change and told me to ‘take her’ to this restaurant.”

I grew the biggest smile. “Your brother sounds awesome” I said.

“He’s a great dude” Tyler admitted.

So I let myself splurge a little on his brother’s dime. It was really nice. They wouldn’t let us order mimosas though, trying to ID us. The excuse of “Oh shoot I left it at home” didn’t have the pull I expected it to. Our clean shaved baby faces didn’t help.

During brunch while we were talking Tyler kept playing footsy with me. Just tapping my shoe with his own, as a way to mess with me or something. It was cute. It’s so different being out with a guy that you’re more than friends with. This was my first time really. Even though we’ve eaten almost every day at a food court or cafeteria on campus, that was always around other students and I just felt like we were roommates. This had a “date feel” if that makes sense. Although we were both a bit underdressed.

Looking back, seeing him sit across from me wearing a polo shirt, ordering fancy food and smirking at me while he tapped my toes, gives me good feelings inside. A few times he ran his foot up my leg and tested my limits by edging closer to my crotch. I’ll admit I got hard from a mix of proximity to him, the threat of stimulation from his foot and the general nerves of being in public. This guy is crazy! I had the urge to do something obscene to him under the table, but there was no way that was possible. So I let the thought fade.

The waiter brought us separate checks, assuming we were just friends I guess. If only he had paid closer attention to what was happening under the table.

That made me think though, how even before we started fucking and then falling for each other, we really were instant best friends when we met. Other people I’ve met so far have not been so lucky with their roommates. Tyler and I click well, and I guess that’s why we just seem like good friends to people sometimes.

On the way back, we were walking down this central path that goes through the center or campus, and there was a preacher guy with a microphone shouting about how Jesus hates sinners. He said something homophobic, so I grabbed Tyler’s hand as we walked by him. Tyler loved it and got all excited. He pulled his hand from mine and smacked my ass a couple times. I grabbed his hand again and just held it. This is the first time we’ve held hands in public and it felt really nice actually. I was really grateful in that moment that I don’t have to deal with any homophobia in general.

When we got back to the room he wanted to go to the gym, but I stopped him when he reached for his bag. “But, I owe you for lunch” was all I could muster. I just had a pang of love for this dude after our impromptu professions this morning and wanted more alone time with him.

But, he said “don’t worry, you already paid me for that.” With a wink.

So I got to spend some time alone. I wasn’t up the for gym at that time. I lay on his bed on my phone and with my tummy full of brunch food, I drifted off into a nap. I must’ve been hard asleep, because I was awoken by a big floppy dick on my face and a squishy, hairless ball sack teabagging me. I guess I didn’t wake up when he came in.

He said “I wanted to see if it would stop your snoring.”

Wow, so I guess I snore.

I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue, running it across his genitals. I raised my hands to his thighs, which were straddling my head. Having just awoken, I wasn’t really in the mood for sex but enjoyed being close with him - and I’m always down for a whiff of his crotch.

I guess he sensed that I wanted to rest some more and he got off of me, lying down next to me. I never opened my eyes, just rolled to my side facing him, and wrapped my arm around him from behind. As if by instinct, I pressed my crotch into his naked ass through my shorts, and he pressed back firmly. I pulled his body into me with my hand on his chest, and I fell back asleep.