Seduced By My Hot Roommate Ch 01

What a shitty day, I decide with a sigh as I watch the rain splatter against the windshield before the wipers methodically clear them away. What an awful, shitty day. First, I woke up late and had to skip my usual morning shower to avoid being tardy to work. Then, I had to spend most of my shift enduring one-on-one time with my boss, an overbearing, sexually-harassing, halitosis-having jackass, who decided today was the day he would finally teach me to use our new software program. The only upside to the situation was that he promised to also do my yearly review, which he should have done a month ago, and I was really looking forward to a raise, even if it was only a .25 increase. I needed it. Guess what? I didn't get a raise! Instead, I got put on a probationary work period for the next month while I "learn the new program", and then Bob's going to reevaluate me before giving me my raise. I'm so pissed. This has nothing to do with me needing time to learn the program and everything to do with Bob's bruised ego after I told him to keep his grubby hands to himself before I submit a complaint to HR. It wouldn't be the first time someone reported him for inappropriate behavior, but alas, my threat cost me my raise. The icing on the cake? Because I was running late this morning, I forgot to check the weather, didn't bring an umbrella, and got caught in the downpour on my way to the bus stop. I get to finish off my crappy day with a soggy, cold ride on the public transit.

The only, and I mean only, thing I am looking forward to right now is a nice hot shower, followed by dinner in bed with my boyfriend. I wouldn't mind a good, tension-relieving fuck after that, but honestly, I'll settle for a cuddle sesh if that's all Chris will give me. I called him at lunchtime to let him know how my day was going, and he promised to come by after work with an assortment of tasty side dishes from my favorite Chinese restaurant. With orange chicken, pork fried rice, and sautéed veggies on the brain, I was able to power through the rest of my day.

Upon exiting the bus at my stop, I promptly step into deep puddle that soaks through my black pumps and makes me gasp in shock. I quickly step out of it, stomping my feet against the sidewalk in an attempt to drain out some of the cold water. Deciding it's useless, I bend over and remove the high heels from my feet. Sighing as I straighten up, I hurry out of the rain and into the lobby of my apartment building. Normally, I take the stairs, but today I punch the button for the elevator. The doors slide open immediately and I step inside, pressing the worn button for floor number four. I wrap my arms around myself to quell the shivering on the ride up and smile gratefully when the doors open again and my apartment is finally in sight.

After unlocking the door and stepping inside, I drop my shoes on the mat, hang my purse on the hook, and call out hello to the two males sitting on the couch in my living room, both deeply engrossed in the TV screen. As I approach, I realize it's because they're playing a videogame. I quirk up an eyebrow, although neither guy notices, finding it difficult to believe Jeremy, at long last, convinced Chris to pick up a controller and play a game with him. The past four months that Jeremy has been living with me, he's asked Chris to play nearly every time he's over and Chris always says no.

"What's this?" I ask them as I lean in to kiss Chris on the cheek.

"Hey babe," Chris greets, his deep blue eyes glancing away from the television screen to send me a smile. "I didn't hear you come in."

"'Cause you were too busy getting your ass handed to you," Jeremy teases with a laugh. He nods his head at me, his way of saying hello, and I roll my eyes and smile back, as per usual. "What's up, Lex?"

"How long have you been here?" I question Chris curiously, my eyes scanning the coffee table which is littered with cans of soda and quite a few empty cardboard containers of takeout food. Chinese, by the looks of it.

"My last meeting was canceled," Chris says distractedly, his focus now returned to the videogame. "I picked up the food and then headed over."

Hang on. Did he just say... "You mean, this food?" I pick up a few of the food containers to show him, "It's gone. Did you guys leave me anything? Because it kinda looks like you pigs devoured my dinner." The annoyance that had been dissipating since I walked in the door returns.

"Oh, shit," Chris curses, but I frown when I notice he is talking to the TV and not about his mistake at eating my food. He motions for me to move aside so he can get a better view, and then says, "Uh...no, no, babe, we didn't eat all of it. Yours is on the counter in the kitchen."

Jeremy snorts and I glare at the back of his head as I walk behind the couch towards the kitchen. On the counter is the paper bag from my favorite Chinese restaurant, and inside the bag is one white box. I open the lid to reveal...sautéed vegetables. No chicken. No rice. Not even an eggroll. "What the fuck is this?!" I cry out as I make my way back over to the boys. This time, I don't respect their game-time and step right in front of the TV. "Is this supposed to be my dinner? It's just veggies, Chris. This is crap!" For the record, I'm not normally such a bitch, but as I said, it's been a really bad day, and the one thing that was supposed to make it better is now sitting in the bellies of two man-children who don't seem to care.

"Move," Jeremy heckles me, "Come on, Lexi, move out of the way!"

"Fuck you, Jeremy!" I snap, nearly throwing the open container of sautéed veggies at the both of them. "I'm literally having the worst fucking day, and you both suck! Thanks a lot for eating my food!" I slam the container onto the coffee table before turning my back on them and practically stomping down the hallway to the bathroom.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Chris calls after me, jumping up from the couch, "Why are you so mad? Babe!"

At the doorway, I turn to look at him, explaining impatiently, "I am mad because I called you earlier and told you I was having the day from Hell, and I was really looking forward to that Chinese food, and now I can't have it!"

Chris looks taken aback, "Jeez, I can make you something else."

"I don't want something else!" I also don't care if I look like a crazy girlfriend. Chris and I have been together for over a year now, he should know how I get when I don't eat. "I just want to get out of these wet clothes and take a shower."

"Alright, well..." A devilish smirk appears on his handsome, clean-shaven face, "I'll join you."

I frown, shutting down that idea quickly, "I don't think so."

"Why not?" Chris licks his lips, telling me confidently, "I'm sure a little pussy rub will make you feel better."

"And I'm sure a belly full of Chinese food would have made me feel better too, but I can't have that." I motion towards my center, deciding, "So you can't have this." I shut the door in his shocked face and turn the lock for good measure. I know I'm being overdramatic and a little cold, but I can't help it. I'm so angry. I turn on the water, strip out of my damp work clothes, and step into the stream of steamy, hot water.

I miss Shannon. If she were still my roommate, my night would already be going better. She would have known how upset it would make me if she ate my Chinese food, and she always had ice cream stored in the freezer for crappy days like today, or when we were on our period. She always cleaned up after herself, and never hogged the television for hours at a time playing videogames. Before I met Shannon in college, I'd never had a real best friend, but now I can't imagine not having her in my life, and I know we will be friends forever. It's not that I dislike having Jeremy for a roommate either, he is Shannon's older brother and he's pretty cool, but I also didn't really have much of a choice. Four months ago, Shannon got offered her dream job position so, of course, she had to say yes. The only problem was that it required her to move three hours away and leave me locked in our apartment lease by myself for the remaining five months. She knew I couldn't afford the rent on my own, and Chris and I weren't ready to move in together, so she did the next best thing and provided me with a new roommate. And honestly, it doesn't bother me that Chris and Jeremy are finally getting friendly, because for a long time it made Chris insanely jealous that I was living with a man who wasn't him, but I never considered what them being friends would mean. Am I going to have to share my time with Chris from now on? Will I be subjected to watching them play videogames for hours at a time? Are all of my special dinners going to be eaten by Jeremy?

After my shower, I am feeling a lot more relaxed. I wrap my towel around my body and open the bathroom door, enjoying the way the cool air feels on my skin after exiting the steamy room. I walk into my bedroom to get dressed and smile when I see Chris waiting for me on my bed.

"Close the door," He commands in a low, husky tone, "And drop your towel."

I raise an eyebrow questioningly, but obey him in shutting my bedroom door. I was, after all, about to get dressed. Chris stares, waiting for me to follow his second direction. I consider turning him down, since I did tell him before my shower he wouldn't be getting any sex, but why would I do that? That'd be punishing me, too, and I don't deserve the deprivation. Slowly, I start towards the bed, my hands playing with the edge of the towel, moving it a fraction of an inch at a time, revealing the tops of my breasts, followed by one dark pink nipple and then the other. My nipples tighten up, hardening due to the exposure of the cool air, and Chris groans in anticipation. He loves my boobs. I drop my grip on the towel and it falls to the floor. I slink over to the bed and turn once I'm right in front of him so he can take in the full picture of my naked body, including my ass. I look over my shoulder and wink at him.

Chris reaches out and cups my ass cheeks with both hands, giving them a light squeeze. "You're so sexy. Get over here." He takes hold of my hips and pulls me down into his lap, grinding his growing erection against my bottom. His hands slide around to the front of my body, across my flat stomach and up, up until he's got a breast in each hand. His hot breath is on my neck as his fingers tug and tweak at my nipples. His tongue flicks out to lick the sensitive spot under my ear and I toss my head back over his shoulder as I quietly moan. I can feel my desire growing and I'm glad I didn't tell Chris 'no'. This is exactly what I need right now.

"I sent Jeremy to pick up more Chinese for you," Chris whispers in my ear and I straighten up in his lap, opening my eyes when my roommate's face pops into my head. Why would Jeremy agree to run out and get me food? That's so unlike him. Also, why did Chris have to bring up Jeremy as he's kneading my breasts like balls of dough? I feel dirty now, like Jeremy's watching or something. "He's the one who ate most of it. I think the guy must have been smoking weed or something before I showed up..."

That's not true at all, and Chris knows it. Jeremy is sober, a little over five months now, and he hasn't had a drink or done any drugs the entire time he's been my roommate. In fact, he's such a homebody, he rarely goes anywhere, just work and home. I abruptly put my hands over Chris', ceasing their movement, and request, "Can you...can you please stop talking about Jeremy right now? It's really distracting."

"Sorry," Chris chuckles. "Can I say one more thing? It's not about Jeremy."

I tilt my head to look him in the eyes, "What?"

"I really want to feel those pretty lips on my dick." He presses his lips to mine briefly before pulling away and loosening his belt.

I slide off his lap to the floor, getting on my knees in front of him. I push his hands aside and finish unbuttoning and removing his jeans. Once Chris is left in only his boxer briefs, I trail kisses down his abdomen before sliding off the underwear and revealing his fully erect penis. He's got a nice dick, I can't complain. He's a grower, not a shower, if you know what I mean, with a bit more girth than length as he's about six-and-a-half inches, but as far as dicks go it's a good one. Pink, clean, and always trimmed of pubic hair. I've only seen a few other penises for comparison, but I think Chris' is the nicest. I lower my head and take it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip like a lollipop. Chris' hands find the back of my head and he holds me steady as he moves his dick in and out of my mouth. I look up at him, his eyes are twisted shut in pleasure and his mouth is open slightly. I grip the base of his dick firmly and pump him rapidly for a few minutes as I focus on the sensitive head of his penis with my tongue, my other hand alternating between squeezing his balls gently and running my fingernails up and down his thigh. Chris' breath becomes ragged as his climax approaches. I know he's close when his fingers sink into my hair and his body shudders as his hands tighten around me. His dick jerks to the back of my throat and I nearly gag as his hot, salty semen slides down my throat.

Chris releases me with a content sigh, "God, baby, you're so good to me. How'd I get so lucky?"

I shrug, wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand to ensure no cum remains on my lips. It used to make me want to be sick thinking of letting a dude jizz in my mouth, but Chris can be very persistent when he wants something, and for some reason it's really important for him to finish in my mouth every time I blow him. It took some getting used to, and I'm not saying I love it or anything, but it's really not that bad. "I don't know...but I consider myself pretty lucky to have you too."

I climb into my bed and lay back next to Chris. He drapes his arm over my chest, pulling me closer to his side. I faintly hear a door slam, but don't think anything of it until Chris announces, "That's probably Jeremy with your food. You should go eat. I think I'm going to take a nap for a little bit."

I lean up on my elbow, frowning down at Chris in confusion. "I thought you wanted to have sex?"

Chris looks up at me with equal confusion, questioning back, "Aren't you on your period?"

"Uh, no?" I gesture to my naked body, which is not currently leaking blood all over the comforter, asking, "What made you think that?"

"Well, you were so pissy about the Chinese, I figured you must be on your period. It's the only time you act like a crazy bitch." He says this nonchalantly, but once he sees my face he winces. "I didn't mean it like that, babe. I know you're having a bad day. I was just trying to help. Come and wake me up after you eat; I'll give you a nice massage."

I slide off the bed to my feet and walk over to my dresser, pulling out a clean pair of black panties, a white tank top, and a comfy pair of sweatpants. I dress silently and start for the door. Chris groans, "So, what? You're not talking to me?"

I was trying not to. I was trying to bite my tongue and leave the room so we wouldn't fight unnecessarily, but he asked for it. "How about we pretend for a second that our roles are reversed, okay? What if I asked you to go down on me, and then when you were done I told you instead of returning the favor I was going to leave you with blue balls and rub your back later instead? Still think it's a fair trade?"

"You're fucking impossible today, do you realize that?" Chris shakes his head in annoyance, cursing, "Damn. If you wanted it so bad, you should've stopped sucking and hopped on my dick! You think I would have complained? You want me to fuck you? Get back over here, then. What are you leaving for?"

"I'm really not in the mood anymore," I mumble defeatedly, throwing open the door and fleeing the room. My stomach tightens anxiously and I want to scream. Why did I say that? Of course, I'm still in the mood! I'm so wet, I'm basically creaming in my panties. I'm just stubborn and pissed off. I'm angry that Chris can't see how unfair it is to assume because I'm female I don't want sex as much as he does. How can he not see how badly he just teased me? Was I not supposed to expect sex after he rubbed his hands all over me? I was already having a bad day, and to make matters worse, now I'm sexually frustrated!

Jeremy clears his throat and I turn to see him standing at the end of the short hallway that leads to both the bathroom and my bedroom. He's holding a takeout bag in his hand and won't meet my gaze, which makes me wonder just how much he heard of the exchange between Chris and I. "So..." Jeremy says awkwardly, finally lifting his brown eyes to mine, "Sorry for eating all your food. I got you orange chicken with white rice, and general Tso's with pork fried rice. Forgot which one was your favorite."

I meet him at the end of the hall and take the bag, smiling gratefully, "It's okay, I guess. Just don't do it again. And thanks. I like both."

Jeremy shrugs, "No problem." We enter the living room together, and he offers unexpectedly, "Want to watch a movie? You can pick."

I take a seat on the right side of the couch, my preferred spot since it has access to the end table and the lamp, and I can still reach the coffee table if I need to set down my food. Once I'm comfortable, and Jeremy has pulled up Netflix on his console and handed over the controller, I have to question his motives, "Why are you being so nice to me?" I search his face suspiciously.

"Just trying to be a good roommate." He smiles fakely.

I roll my eyes, nudging him semi-playfully as I tell him, "Stop. Seriously."

Jeremy nods, "Okay. You just seem really stressed out, and I don't want to make things worse."

"Thank you," I hold his gaze for a moment so he knows his thoughtfulness is truly appreciated, and then I dig into my food. At last, my night is looking up. I got my shower, my Chinese food, a raging lady boner I did not ask for, and my pick of any movie on Netflix my little heart desires. So, of course, after ten minutes of scrolling I give up searching for something new and put on Steel Magnolias for the millionth time. I glance over at my roommate and remind him before he can complain, "You said I can pick whatever I want."

"I did say that," Jeremy confirms. "It's fine."

"You're being weird," I comment with a frown. He's usually much more annoying, always making a joke out of everything, and I expected him to give me a harder time about putting on a chick flick. He has his moments when he is silent and subdued, but he tends to keep himself shut in his room during those times. I don't know why he's being so formal with me, but it's not normal.

"No, I'm not," Jeremy replies, "Lexi, relax."

"I'm trying to relax, Jeremy, but I can't," I tell him with an unintentional pout, "And you are too being weird."

"Maybe you need to pause this," Jeremy suggests casually, "And go relieve some tension with your boyfriend."

I turn and send Jeremy a sharp look, "Maybe you should mind your business."

"I'm just saying," Jeremy chuckles, holding up his hands in mock-surrender, "It would probably make you relax."

"Chris is sleeping," I snap, not that I need to disclose this information to my nosy roommate, "If I go wake him now, lucky me, I'll get a massage. It might be relaxing, but it definitely won't be as satisfying as an orgasm." And he definitely didn't ask me to tell him all that. What is wrong with me today? I return my eyes to the television screen and pretend I don't feel my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Well, go in the bathroom and rub one out then." My eyes snap over to Jeremy's in shock. If I'd been drinking, I may have done a spit-take. Did he really say that? "Don't look so surprised. Ladies masturbate too. Don't tell me you've never let your hands do some southern exploration."