ROOMMATE INCIDENT
Megan was at work and I was doing nothing important
so I made dinner. She came home to the smells of the shrimp and vegetables simmering. We ate a delicious shrimp creole dinner and drank two bottles of wine. Megan thanked me, said it was the best dinner she’s had in a long time. I kissed her. It got heavy. We moved it to her room and fucked. It was good.
I came to to the sounds of doors slamming. Tammy, Megan’s roommate, was home. She was notoriously loud. Very inconsiderate. I rolled onto my side.
Another voice. Male. Tammy’s boyfriend. Arguing. They were fighting. Again.
Megan stirred.
“What time is it?” she said.
“Late,” I said.
“Tell them to shut up,” she said. “If we get one more
noise complaint against us we’ll be evicted.”
I went out into the living room. Tammy was sitting on the couch and her boyfriend was leaning against the far wall. They shut up when they saw me. I told them what Megan said for me to tell them. They apologized, though I could tell they didn’t mean it, and the boyfriend left.
I walked back into Megan’s room and got into bed. I started laughing.
“What are you laughing about,” Megan said.
“I’m not wearing any clothes,” I said.
“So?”
“I went out there without any clothes on.”
Megan made a noise and rolled on her side and within minutes she was asleep.
In the morning I went back to my place and Megan went to work. Tammy wasn’t there. We didn’t mind. She was a restless sleeper and snored louder than any man I knew. Even though she had her own room Megan and I still heard her. Megan was a heavy sleeper and could probably sleep through a thermonuclear attack, but me, if the wind made leaves rustle outside, I’m awake. So Tammy’s snoring always kept me awake, and most of the times I went home to my apartment. I lived alone about five minutes away.
A little after one I got a phone call. It was Tammy.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hello.”
“Listen, I want to apologize for last night. Things haven’t been too good between me and Brian. We’re having problems.”
“OK.”
“I know we get loud sometimes, and I want to apologize. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s all right. It’s just that if Megan gets one more noise complaint against her the two of you will be kicked out.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. And Megan loves that place. She doesn’t want
to leave it.”
“I understand. We’ll be better.”
“OK Tammy.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s all right.”
“Nice cock, by the way.”
“What?” I said, but she had already hung up.
Tammy was around but Brian was not and so her and me and Megan had dinner. It was fun. We talked and laughed and drank and laughed and laughed some more. Tammy was a real nice girl. Loud, a nice girl.
Tammy insisted she would clean up, so Megan and I retired to her room. We closed the door, put on some music, and got into bed. Megan sucked me while I fingered her and for the first time in a long time we came
together.
Strange dreams. Yellow lights and leaves and naked womenflesh and bats and aardvarks. I woke to strange noises. I looked up.
There was Tammy, standing at the side of the bed and bending over to fellate me. Her head bobbed down and down and down on my cock. Her tongue worked my shaft and circled my balls.
I began to sit but Tammy pushed me gently back to the bed. I saw her lips move into a smile in the moonlight.
It was surreal. It was unexpected. It was wrong. It was . . . good. Real good. It was the best oral I’d ever gotten. I grunted softly and Tammy stopped to shush me. When I fell silent she started again. She stared into my eyes as she did it.
It was too much. She was too good. I gasped, and came. Her lips locked tightly around my cock as my semen shot down her throat.
I was shaking. She rubbed my cock, sucked all she could out of me.
Then, she left.
“Good morning,” Tammy said.
She had prepared coffee. Megan took a steaming up. Tammy had a glass of orange juice ready for me. I didn’t drink coffee.
“Why aren’t you at work?” Megan said.
“I’m not feeling well. I took the day off.”
Megan nodded. She turned on the t.v., watched one of the morning shows.
I stared at Tammy. She smiled at me, mouthed the words,
You taste good.
Another phone call around one.
“Hi,” Tammy said.
“What the crap were you thinking, doing that?” I said.
“Didn’t you like it?”
“It doesn’t matter if I liked it. Why did you do it?”
“Do what?”
“You know.”
“I know? What do I know?”
“You know what you did.”
“What did I do?”
“Stop playing.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
I sighed. “You sucked me off.”
“Yes.”
“Why did you do it?”
“Why did I suck your cock? Your soft meaty taken cock?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Why not?”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I could have argued, but I doubted it would have done anything. She laughed, and hung up.
I replayed it in my head. Her mouth was expert. I got hard. I touched myself. I came. I felt funny afterwards. I felt like crying, but I didn’t. I cleaned up, got drunk, very drunk.
“What’s wrong?” Megan said.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Do you want to screw around?” she said.
“Not really,” I said.
“Can I give you a blowjob?”
“OK.”
She did, but, I must admit, it wasn’t as good as Tammy.
Another phone call. Noises other than her voice this time. Sex noises.
“Talk to me,” Tammy said.
“No,” I said.
“Why not?”
I didn’t answer. I listened. Wet sex noises. Flesh slapping flesh. She moaned.
Slurping noises.
“His cock’s bigger than yours,” she said.
“What?”
“Brian. His cock is bigger. Mmmmmmmm, and he tastes better too.”
I hung up.
Tammy moved out the next week. Brian helped her. She said she knew she was loud, and she didn’t want to get Megan kicked out. They made a date to meet for lunch.
Once they were gone, Megan asked me to remind her to place an ad in the paper for a new roommate. She loved the place, but didn’t have the money to live in it by herself. She didn’t want me to move in there. We both needed our space, she said.
Later that night we fucked. Megan came twice. I made sure she did. I want to go longer but she made me stop. She was sore.
“What got into you?” she said.
“Do you love me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Do you like my cock?”
“I love it.”
“It’s not small?”
“It’s perfect.”
“You mean that?”
“I mean it.”
I draped my arm across her chest, rested my head on a pillow.
“Why do you ask?”
“No reason.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
She got up and went to take a shower. I followed her.
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