Roommate - SEASON 1 EPISODE 16

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Roommate - SEASON 1 EPISODE 16

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Blake

Nicole was avoiding me. That much was obvious when she'd walk right back out of the room when she noticed I was in.

And all I could think about was that damn page I read in her book last week. The game of ten minutes we played the other day also didn't help my fantasies. I was never really into anal play or anything, but for some reason imagining trying it out with her was exciting to me. Little guy was standing at full attention under my gym shorts, which was why I refused to go out with Justus tonight. No matter how many times I jerked it, it stood back up a few minutes later.

And it was all because of that persistent thought of having her under me, trying out things we've both never done. Especially because I was so close to having a taste but the damn alarm went off. I should've had it on silent.

I was an idiot.

My hand was under the waistband of my shorts again when the door to the dorm beeped once, and I pulled my hand back as quickly as I could when Nicole walked in.

The loud huff that escaped her made me smile. Only one look at me and she was already annoyed.

She had yet to give me her number, which might've been why she was avoiding me. I won fair and square, but I'd let her admit to her loss herself and admit defeat with her number.

She dropped her book bag on her bed and shot another quick glance in my direction, before grabbing a hoodie from her closet and walking right back out. I wondered where she was off to now, but had better priorities than chasing after her. Like reaching my hand back down my shorts and fisting my dick.

I didn't know how much time passed when I felt my dick pulse and throb in my hand, ready to cum with the image of Nicole in my mind. My eyes were shut, picturing her perfect curves as I imagined her pretty little mouth wrapped around me. I was breathing heavily and groaning, desperate for release.

I was on the brink of doing so when the door beeped again and I squeezed my dick to try and stop it. A whimper left my lips as Nicole walked back in. My dick was pulsing and begging to come.

She noticed me shaking first, then she noticed my hand down my pants. Her cheeks enflamed almost immediately, and she covered her eyes as she apologized and ran to the bathroom.

"I'm so sorry!" She repeated from inside, sounding distraught.

Another groan left my lips as I pulled my shaky hand out of my pants, rolling onto my stomach to hold down my aching hard on.

"Blake!" Nicole was panicking in the bathroom. "Blake oh my god I am sooo sorry!"

I wanted to tell her it was fine, but I was busy trying to catch back my breath. Trying to hold down a boner wasn't fun or painless.

"Blake?"

Rolling onto my side, I cupped a hand over my dick. "You're fine, sweet cheeks. Don't worry."

"Did I not let you finish?"

"Granted I had just started a few minutes ago; no, doll face, I didn't finish." But I was about to.

She opened the door a smidge and peeked out. "Seriously, I feel awful... and awkward not gonna lie."

I managed a chuckle as I was still fighting a hard on, waving her off. "Imagine how I feel. I'm holding down a boner that just wants to come on your ass."

The silence made me realize I said that out loud and I groaned once again, my own cheeks becoming hot in embarrassment. I could not have said something weirder even if I tried.

When I looked up at her, her eyes were focused on the hand resting over my dick and her teeth digging into her bottom lip. If I didn't know any better I'd think she liked the idea that just left my lips. As if realizing she was staring, she shook her head and apologized one last time before grabbing something out of her bag and walking back out.

I'd bet if the door wasn't soft close, she would've slammed it shut too.

With a huff, I forced myself out of bed and went into the bathroom to shower. The first place I should've considered stroking my dick in to avoid any awkward fucking moments with my poor roommate.

I was gonna be in here a while.

• • •

Surprisingly enough, Nicole wasn't avoiding me even more than she already was after today's incident. If anything, I'd think she was trying to be around me more.

"Do you want something from the vending machine?" Her timid voice was adorable, especially with the oversized hoodie she was wearing. It was a pale mint color that reached her mid thigh. So fucking beautiful.

I was sitting on our shared desk, trying to get an essay finished, but snacks sounded more important. Standing, I simply nodded my head as a response and she smiled, walking towards the door. I followed after her, letting the door close behind us. The walk out to the vending machine was quiet, but surprisingly not awkward.

Even with it being dark and lonely, I felt comfortable enough around her.

When we got there, I noticed she pulled out a different wallet and smiled at the crisp ten dollar bill she pulled out of it. She hesitated a moment before inserting it into the slot and rested a nervous hand against her lips, silently cheering when the machine accepted it without struggle.

I found myself smiling at how adorable she was when she quickly pushed the numbers for her desired snacks; a pack of Oreos, fruit snacks, and a bag of lemon Cheetos. Random combination, but I was the same so I couldn't blame her. I picked out Reese's, hot fries, and a fruit roll up. Just as random as her choices.

Beaming, she turned towards me with an Oreo sticking out of her mouth and I chuckled, watching her stuff her other two snacks into the pocket of her hoodie. We then stopped by the vending machine with the drinks.

"What do you want?" I asked as I pulled out a crisp five dollar bill.

She waved me off, a different Oreo sticking out of her mouth. Quickly pulling it into her mouth with the help of her lips, I tried hard not to laugh at how much she looked like a fish out of water doing that. "I still have cash, but thank you."

"I don't want change, just let me get it for you."

She sighed, nodding. "Fine, I'll take a red Gatorade."

"Gotcha."

Handing her drink over after grabbing it and my coke, we once again walked side by side back to our building. Except when we got there, we both realized something.

Neither one of us had our key card on us.

"You have got to be kidding me," Nicole grumbled as she threw her trash into the nearby trash can. "I'm freezing my ass off!"

I looked around in hopes that anyone at all was around to let us in, but of course our luck was against us.

"Shit, I still need to finish my essay."

She turned to me and furrowed her eyebrows. "You didn't think to bring your key card?"

"I don't see yours either."

Annoyance overcame her and she rolled her eyes. "I was more focused on making sure I had money that would be accepted, so I'm sorry."

"It's a Wednesday, I highly doubt anyone is out at this time." Her teeth were clattering as I spoke. "We might as well get comfortable."

The look she gave me told me she thought I was insane. And maybe I was. But I was also just cold as shit. I knew she was too with the goosebumps on her exposed thighs. All she had were a pair of thigh high socks.

"I hate it here."

Going over to the wall by the doors, I slid down to sit on my butt, patting the space beside me for Nicole to follow. With a raised brow, she walked over to sit beside me, not too willing but I was sure she knew it was the only option we had.

No one was around to open up for us and the office was closed over an hour ago.

It was a good thing her hoodie was oversized, because all she really had to do was bring her knees up to her chest and drape it over her legs. The only thing sticking out at the bottom were her converse.

However, I was still cold as shit, and she didn't look like she was satisfied either, so I spoke up again, "Can I hold you?" When she turned to give me a weird look, I chuckled. "For warmth. Nothing weird."

"Okay." Her bottom lip was still trembling as she spoke. "Fine."

Coming closer to me, she laid her head on my chest and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, holding her as close to me as I could. And I couldn't tell what exactly was making me warm—the feel of her body heat, or the feeling inside me that blossomed when she was the first to lean into me.

It definitely wasn't the latter.