Unfortunately, the more time I spent around my new roommate, the more I became bewitched by her. I watch her more often than I care to admit. What is it about her? I can’t seem to keep my eyes off of her.
The walk back was tense while I battled to calm down the rage demon that had taken hold of me when Emily took off. I felt on edge. Like a scared kid, I ran to my bedroom to regain control. I could hear the bathroom sink turn on, assuming Emily was getting ready for bed.
I get changed and come out of my room. I’m a little calmer now, but the urge to break down the bathroom door and force myself into her space is still strong.
I know I startle her when she comes out of the bathroom, and I can’t help the thrill it gives me to see her eyes widen in shock and maybe a bit of fear.
It makes my cock twitch as she runs into her room, thinking that a flimsy door would keep her safe from me. If I really wanted to, I could easily kick down her door, pin her to the bed with her ass up, and rip off her pants before she could say my name.
Fuck. Now my cock is rock hard.
I enter the bathroom and turn on the shower. Keeping the temperature cold so I can calm my racing thoughts and libido. I’ve never been this turned on by someone before. The kicker is that there’s hardly been that much flirting on either side. I know she finds me attractive by her lingering stares when she thinks I’m not watching her, but she’s never acted on the attraction before.
I’m turned on by everything about her. Her calm demeanor. Her soft and shy smiles when she’s deep in thought. The way she cares for her patients. She has such a big heart, but I can tell that she’s still hurting. If I ever see her stupid ex-boyfriend again, I’ll choke the life out of him for how he treated Emily.
I knew there was something off about him. He came across as a real asshole to me at Jason and Amanda’s parties. But it had been none of my business back then. What type of imbecile would kick his girlfriend out without a valid reason? What was the reason behind their split? Emily deserved a lot more than a cruel breakup and then being kicked out on the streets right after.
Yeah, if I ever ran into him again, I would definitely be in jail. Who cares if he’s a fucking cop?
I get undressed and hop into the shower. I’ve had a raging hard-on that’s been desperate for my attention since our encounter outside the bar. I don’t want to beat off to illicit thoughts of my roommate, but remembering how her breath hitched as I had her pinned to the wall makes a drop of pre-cum leak out the tip of my cock.
Fuck, if her parted lips didn’t make me want to shove my hard cock in it and give her a taste of what she does to me. The worst part is she has no clue about the effect she has on me. She has no clue that I’ve never been more excited about coming home to our apartment—to her—than with anyone before. She is ignorant of the fact that my body hums with awareness whenever she’s around. I’m hyper-aware of every movement she makes and the sounds she makes around me. I don’t even think she knows that every little thing about her turns me on to the point of insanity.
My cock is rigid now and begging for release. I cave and grip the base of my shaft, giving myself a few experimental strokes. I bite back a groan at the pleasurable sensations. The coldwater does nothing to quell my desire for Emily, who is just on the other side of this wall. I place my hand on the cold tiles, pretending I could reach her through the wall. I picture her on her knees in front of me. Those kissable full lips parted as I run my cock across her mouth. I have a hand in her hair, pulling on it to tilt her face up so I can see her better. I imagine her face is wet from the cold shower, but I imagine the eagerness in her eyes to take my cock. After a couple more teasing strokes along her mouth, I command her to open her mouth and shove inside without preamble.
My strokes increase in speed at the escalating imagery of Emily sucking at my cock, struggling to deep throat it when I hit the back of her throat. After a few tries, she gets the hang of it, and I’m seated in the back of her throat. I let her struggle to take a deep breath for a few seconds before withdrawing and allowing her to breathe. It feels so real that I finally blow my load onto the shower walls with a strangled grunt.
I let my head sag as I catch my breath. I can’t believe I actually jerked off to thoughts of Emily. There’s no way this arrangement will be platonic for much longer, judging by the intensity of my orgasm.
I wash all evidence of my release down the drain before shutting it off and grabbing a fresh towel to dry off. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I head back into my room for the night.
Emily’s bedroom door is shut, and I hope my bathroom activities reached Emily’s ears.
I have a feeling that pretty soon, we won’t be going into separate bedrooms anymore.
21
emily
The following week moves at a glacial pace as I try to avoid being alone with Ben as much as possible. I know I’m being a coward, but how am I supposed to look him in the eyes again after I masturbated to thoughts of him the other night? Or that it wasn’t the last time? I have been feeling restless and jittery, like my skin is being stretched too tightly. If Ben so much as brushed his finger accidentally against me, I swear I would implode with the pressure building up under my skin.
It hasn’t been too hard to avoid him, at least. I guess it’s the perk of working long shifts: early mornings and late nights, eat dinner, shower, sleep, then rinse and repeat. This time of year, it’s dark when I head into work, and it’s dark again when I get out. It makes for a depressing season, but the distraction has been necessary for my sanity’s sake. When I’m not busy at work, my mind drifts to thoughts of Ben, and I wonder what he’s doing or if he’s thinking about me. Then, I berate myself for even thinking he would think about me.
By the time I get home, I’m usually so exhausted that it’s a chore to even make myself dinner. Most of the time, I don’t see him before it’s time for me to go to bed. I think he works a lot of late hours and he seems to really enjoy his job. It’s kindof refreshing to see someone enjoying their career. He seems motivated to climb the ladder to be the top executive of his company.
I usually hear him making his way into the apartment when I’m already climbing into bed. Even though he can’t see me, I always tense up in anticipation. My skin buzzes as I strain my ears to listen to his movements. Unfortunately, it’s like he’s trained me to respond to his presence, and as soon as he’s around, my core gets achy. The need to be filled and stretched is unbearable. I don’t have any fancy dildos or toys, so my hands have been doing the job for me.
The orgasm is usually quick but feels empty. I wish things were different and that I could act on this impulse to jump him as soon as he got home and ride his cock until the emptiness was gone.
Ugh. I never once felt these urges when Logan and I were together. Sure, the sex was nice, but it was predictable. I have never felt this on edge before. I honestly don’t know how much longer I can resist Ben before I combust.
These days, Logan has barely been on my mind. Nowhere near as much as I think about—or obsess is more like it—Ben.
Logan continues to text me, which is perplexing. Earlier in the month, he sent a message asking if the oven mitt I left behind was something I wanted and if he could drop it off for me. I declined his offer until the next time he found another random item I mistakenly left behind.
It’s odd that he texts me so much, given how eager he was to get rid of me. I expected him to end contact with me after I moved. That’s what things were like when we were broken up, but I was still living with him.
The more that time passes, the more clarity I get about the state of our relationship. It’s a little too late to recognize that while we seemed compatible on paper, we severely lackedchemistry. There was sexual attraction initially, but Logan never made me feel like my skin was on fire just by being in the same room as him. He never made my core clench with desperation just by sitting close to him. The thought of being touched by him did not leave me breathless.
