Roommate - S01 E33

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Roommate - S01 E33

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 33

Blake

A week had passed since the incident and it seemed like Nicole forgot about the incident without fail. She was back to how she was before, and even though I enjoyed getting her attention again, I was struggling to forget. My mind didn't even wanna let go of a millisecond from that memory.

It was hell, especially seeing her in her silk pajama shorts and tank top she wore to sleep. It was as if she was teasing, but I knew she really wasn't. My mind was just always in the gutter with her now.

I knew it was my idea to forget it all even happened, but realistically I knew I wouldn't be able to. I really just didn't want things to be awkward between us. The fact that she was so persistent to avoid me made me feel worse about the whole situation. Sure it was purely my fault and I took full accountability for it, but I was hoping she would've at least enjoyed it a little.

To say that my ego was wounded was an understatement.

It was a whole lot better for her to forget than to avoid me, though. So I was okay with how things were going. If anything, I was just glad she didn't hate me.

Whether she believed that I didn't do it on purpose or not, she didn't show any signs of mistrust. I liked having sex and I had been wanting it with her for a while, but I'd never stoop that low.

Accidents sucked when they seemed like they were done on purpose.

"Hey, Blake," Nicole knocked me out of my thoughts as she set her book down and smiled over at me. "What do you think about getting snacks right now?"

I let one side of my lips tilt up as I nodded. "Sure, let's go."

She beamed, hopping out of bed and slipping on her fuzzy slippers. Her hair was straightened and loose, and as usual, my mind went back to that morning. The way it laid the same way when she was under me.

Expectant, she stood by the door with her phone, wallet, and keycard in hand. Waiting patiently for me to also get out of bed.

Once we were making our way to the vending machines, I noticed her fidgeting with her lanyard. I wasn't sure if it was due to nervousness or if I was overthinking, but I wanted to make sure.

"You okay?"

As if startled out of her thoughts, she flinched a bit as she turned her head towards me. "Hmm?"

I chuckled, "You okay?"

"Oh," she nodded, laughing softly to herself as she moved her gaze to her feet. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just a little cold. I feel dumb for forgetting a sweater."

Feeling the sting from the random cold breeze that hit us, I felt bad for her poor exposed legs in those shorts. Sexy, sure, but I could see all the goosebumps prickling her skin. And she was doing her best to warm herself up by hugging herself and rubbing her arms.

I was cold too, and I actually had sweats on so I could only imagine how cold she was feeling.

With her jaw chattering, she started walking faster and got ahead of me to try and get there quicker. My eyes wandered downward as the silk shorts flowed with the wind and lifted them enough to show the crevice where her ass meets her thighs. Gulping, I quickened my footsteps as well to catch up.

I felt like such a pervert. Hell, I knew I was. But now I felt bad about it.

All I could think about was having her under me again, and it sucked that I knew it would never be an incident that repeated itself. I threw out the pills as soon as she went home to avoid the possibility of it ever happening again.

Once we stood in front of the vending machine, she went first to get her snacks. I made sure to shield as much of the wind from reaching her, standing in the way of it. Seemed to work a bit, because she inserted her money into the slot and selected her snacks without shivering too much.

After bending down to grab her snacks, she stepped aside to let me buy my own and noticed the difference right away. Her eyes widened a bit when she noticed the wind was stronger than she realized, her entire body trembling like crazy.

Without thinking twice about it, I reached out for her and pulled her into my side after I put in my own money. She allowed me to provide some body heat for her as she watched me press the buttons for my snacks.

"Thank you," her teeth still chattered a bit as she spoke in her soft voice. I nodded, watching my snacks fall to the bottom. "Um, Blake?"

"Yeah?"

She hesitated for a moment, remaining quiet as I let her go just long enough to grab my snacks. When she started walking away, I caught up quickly to wrap my arm around her again. "So what were you gonna say?"

A quiet laugh left her. "I was just gonna ask if you can hold me on our way back. You're warm."

"Oh, of course, sweet cheeks."

"Are you ever gonna stop with the dumb nicknames?"

I beamed. I missed her getting annoyed at me. "You know I never will, sugarplum."

After stuffing her snacks into the pockets of my sweats, she wrapped her arms around me and sneaked her hands up my shirt. The moment her freezing fingers met the skin on my stomach, I flinched and quickly sucked air through my teeth. Little miss evil only chuckled, keeping her hands there.

"Sorry not sorry." My abs flexed as she let her hands wander under my shirt. "I'm just so cold."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm."

I stopped walking and so did she, but her hands remained in their place as I shoved my own snacks into my pocket. When I grabbed her chin and made her look up at me, she bit her lip as her eyes zoned in on my mouth.

"I can help warm you up real quick, if you want."

Her silence was deafening, but her eyes were still focused on my lips, so I took it as a good sign. It was a good few moments before she looked into my eyes and nodded. "Okay."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

I didn't bother to answer. Instead, I just bent down a bit and placed my hands under her thighs to hoist her up. As expected, a loud gasp left her lips as my cold hands made contact with her skin. She glared at me, taking her hands out of my shirt to wrap them around my neck.

"You asshole, your hands are freezing!"

"I said sorry before I did it."

She rolled her beautiful brown eyes. "Still caught me off guard."

"Your hands were freezing too and I didn't say anything to you."

"Yeah, yeah."

Wasting no more time out in the cold, I carried her back into the building, letting her scan her keycard to grant us entrance into both doors. Once in our room, I set her down on her bed and backed up to see her reaction. Her eyes followed my every move as I fixed my shirt.

When she didn't say anything, I turned around to lay down on my own bed, realizing she didn't mean anything by giving me the 'okay'.

"I'm still cold..."

Still leaning over my bed, I looked over my shoulder at her and swallowed all the saliva in my mouth when I saw that she was leaning back, propped up on her hands as her legs started spreading slowly.

Fuck, that was an invitation if I've ever seen one.

I quickly straightened up again and walked back over to her, pressing my lips to her neck. Soft whimpers left her lips as I sucked and bit down on her neck gently, letting my left hand trace its path down her front before landing on her cunt.

Her breath quickened the moment I touched her pussy, and that was only over her shorts. It had only been a week, but I already missed the beautiful sounds she made when I made sure she finished.

I started rubbing over her shorts, and her hand clasped around my wrist as she grew breathless already. With my right arm, I hooked it around her waist and positioned her so she was laying along the length of the bed, climbing over her as I trailed my kisses down her collarbone.

"Blake..." Her body was still trembling, surely not from the cold anymore. "Oh, god, please."

There it was. Music to my ears when she begged me to fuck her. For so long it was me practically begging her, now it felt like both of us wanted it equally. Despite my fears of her forgetting, at least she still wanted it. Now without anything that would make me feel guilty later.

Whenever she asked, I would always give it to her no matter what.