Ylie and the Roommate

Chapter 2

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(Daniel)

I got back from work and Kylie and Jason were already home. It looked like Kylie had just gotten in as well, as she was just putting down her purse and taking off her jacket. She was clearly in a better mood today than she was yesterday.

Her and Jason were laughing about something that must have been said before I entered. It was good to see them finally getting along. It's been a frustrating few weeks for Kylie, between her job search and Jason moving in, and she wore her emotions on her sleeve. Unfortunately, it often came across as hostility towards Jason. But maybe she was finally warming up to him.

"Hey sweetie, you seem happy?" I said, looking over at her. She looked beautiful as always, but it had been a while since I had seen her smile. "Good news from the recruiter?"

Kylie looked up at me and gave me a big grin. "I had an amazing day, honey! The recruiter got me some great leads on private practices in the area. The hours are great and the pay seems even better. I should have interviews all week!"

"Wow that's awesome, Kylie! See what a difference a day makes!" I said.

I looked over at Jason, who was sitting at the table. "And what about you, man? I didn't get any text about the shower today, have you finally figured it out?" I joked.

Jason just smiled and looked at Kylie. "Nope, still can't get it working. But lucky for me Kylie was around and had a look."

"Yea I had a look," Kylie said with a smirk.

"Gotta watch out when it switches on though, otherwise you could get wet, right Kylie?" Jason said with a pointed look. I noticed Kylie got a bit red in the face and avoided eye contact.

She nodded. "I definitely got wet," she said. They both gave a little chuckle.

I didn't think much of it. That shower was always a problem and I'd had my fair share of getting blasted with cold water when I wasn't expecting it.

"It'll definitely wake you up in the morning," I said to Jason.

"Wide awake!" he responded with a nod and a smile.

"We really need to get that thing fixed though. Maybe I'll call tomorrow," I said, turning back to Kylie. "Anyway, let's celebrate your good news, sweetie!"

The three of us cracked open some beers and enjoyed the rest of the night. Kylie hated when I drank, but she was in such a good mood she didn't even say anything tonight. I made sure to only have a couple though. I didn't want to spoil it. I was just happy she was starting to take my advice with Jason.

A few hours later we went off to bed. I was laying down, looking at my phone. Kylie was looking at herself in the mirror as she got undressed. I turned to look at her, enjoying the view as she wiggled out of her pants. "It's great that you helped Jason this morning," I said. "I think it will go a long way in making us all feel more comfortable living together."

Kylie turned to me in just her bra and panties, a beautiful matching red set. The thong in particular was one of her sexier ones. I loved how it looked on her. She had such a great ass. It was perfectly round, but not overly big like you see on a lot of girls these days.

"Yea...I don't think I made things more comfortable for anyone," she said, blushing like she had in the common area earlier.

I sat up slightly against the headboard. "Why's that, honey? Did something happen?"

She took a deep breath. "Promise not to get mad?" she said, as she looked over to me.

"I promise," I said, hesitantly.

"Well I kind of walked right into the bathroom without knocking this morning. I heard Jason struggling with the shower and figured he needed help. I was so irritated from last night I guess I just wasn't thinking. And I kinda caught him naked..." she said.

I let out a nervous laugh. "Oh wow that's awkward. How did he react? He didn't seem mad during dinner."

"No, I think we were both more surprised than anything. He covered himself after the shock wore off," Kylie said. Then she paused. "I don't think he could be mad anyway, since it all evened out in the end."

I looked at her with a confused look on my face. "What do you mean 'evened out'?"

"Well before I went into the bathroom, I was in the middle of getting dressed. When I heard him struggling, I only had on this pair of panties," she said as she snapped the band on her red thong. "I was in a rush to finish, uh, getting ready. So I just threw a towel on to cover up."

I wasn't really the jealous type, but imagining my girlfriend in the bathroom in just a towel and thong and our new roommate naked was not what I wanted to be picturing.

"Well, you were still pretty much covered though, right?" I said.

"Yea I was," she responded.

She was avoiding my eyes in the mirror.

"But then I slipped into the tub," she added.

"You slipped? How did that happen? Did you get hurt?" I was trying to piece everything together, a million questions in my head.

"No, no nothing like that," she said. "When I turned the shower on, I must have been distracted because the water hit me and I fell. But as I fell...my towel came off."

Shit.

"Jason got a good look at me bent over in just my panties" she added, almost quietly. I thought I saw a flash of a smile on her face, but maybe it was just the angle she was looking at the mirror.

"Oh wow", I muttered, shaking my head and looking off in the distance. My mind was racing. "Then what happened?" My nervousness growing.

"Nothing. I picked up my towel and Jason tried his best to cover himself back up. Then I left," she responded quickly.

Wait, I thought Jason had already covered himself?

I was just about to ask, but when I looked up at Kylie I noticed she was now bending over her makeup stand as she looked at her face in the mirror. Her back was arched, her ass on display.

Was this the kind of view Jason had this morning? I had to admit, it was quite the view. Her pretty red thong barely covering her most sexual areas. Was that a dark spot on her panties? My eyes moved up and down her smooth legs. Her beautiful bubble butt stuck out just right. My horniess began to take over.

Kylie looked in the mirror and caught me staring. "Like what you see?" she smirked.

My dick was standing at full attention and was pitching the blanket. Any questions I had about her bathroom encounter went out the window.

Kylie reached around her back and slowly started spreading her cheeks for me, biting her lip in the mirror. I was mesmerized by the tiny dark damp spot, now showing clearly, on her red thong. As she spread her cheeks I got a little glimpse of her pussy lips.

I got up out of the bed and walked over to her. I stood behind her and smacked her ass. She gave out a moan. She looked back at me with lust filled eyes and I began rubbing her pussy through her panties. Another moan escaped her lips. Her eyes dropped down to my dick, which had made a tent in my boxers.

In the other room we heard Jason cough. Kylie's face turned from horny to embarrassed.

She sighed. I knew what that meant.

"I just can't do it knowing he's right there honey," she said.

She saw the look of disappointment on my face, as I started to turn to get back into bed.

"How about I just take care of you tonight?" she said, dropping down to her knees.

I didn't even have a chance to respond. As she yanked down my shorts, my disappointment quickly disappeared, as did my dick into her mouth. Kylie gave great blowjobs, but she didn't do it often. She liked to go right to sex. But I always enjoyed moments like these though, since I didn't need to worry about lasting long.

She licked from the bottom all the way to the tip. She swirled her tongue around the head over and over again. I could feel myself already leaking with precum.

Then she slowly started taking me deeper and deeper. I figured at some point she would stop, but she kept going until she was all the way at the base. She hadn't done this before!

Her eyes were closed and I could feel her moaning into my dick. I loved that this was getting her off. It was so sexy seeing her deepthroat me like that. But knowing that she was enjoying it made it even hotter.

"God, Kylie you're taking me all the way!" I moaned.

She finally pulled back, leaving just the tip in her mouth. She looked up at me and gave me a wink.

Then she slammed down on my cock again. She started doing this faster and faster. Like I said her blowjobs were great, but this was on a whole new level. I had never seen her this excited to suck me off. My entire dick hitting the back of her throat over and over again.

I could feel that familiar tingle in my balls. I tried to hold back so I could enjoy this as long as possible, but it was no use.

"I'm gonna come!" I barely got the words out.

I expected her to slow down, but instead she slammed down on my dick one last time. Her eyes closed once more and I could hear her moan as each spurt of cum filled her mouth.

"Damn, that was amazing!" I exclaimed, my knees weak.

As the last of it dribbled out, Kylie finally let my dick drop from her mouth. She swallowed with a gulp, finally opening her eyes and looking back up at me. She smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it honey. I can't believe how easily it was to fit your whole dick in my mouth."

"I know! That was so hot," I responded as I collapsed on the bed watching Kylie strip down before getting in next to me.

I dozed off feeling completely satisfied.

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(Kylie)

I lied in bed for a bit, while Daniel snored next to me. I felt guilty. I hadn't lied, but I definitely made the encounter with Jason seem more innocent than it had been.

But retelling the story to Daniel was so exciting! I had never experienced anything like it. It's like I was telling on myself. I couldn't help but arch my back while I recounted everything, just like I had in the bathroom. Even though it was Daniel in the room, all I could think about was the rush I got when it was Jason.

When Daniel came up from behind me and smacked my ass, my brain had convinced me that it was Jason. That I was back in the bathroom, exposed over the tub. But when I looked down at the dick in front of me it just didn't measure up. This was Daniel, not Jason.

I never had a problem with Daniel's dick. I didn't blow him often, even though I enjoyed it, because he could be quick on the trigger sometimes. If we skipped most of the foreplay there was a better chance I would get to orgasm during sex. Lucky for me, Daniel was happy to go down on me after to make sure I finished, which happened a lot. But I couldn't help but wonder if I wouldn't have that problem with a cock like Jason's.

While I was blowing Daniel, I pushed his dick as far down my throat as possible. I was imagining how much more I would have to take if it had been Jason's cock. I was honestly surprised how easy it was to deepthroat Daniel and was a little disappointed.

Still, I enjoyed hearing him groan in pleasure and with my eyes closed I was able to imagine that bathroom encounter playing out much differently. I moaned onto his dick, thinking about what it would feel like to feel Jason pulsing in my mouth. When Daniel shot his load, I couldn't help but wonder how Jason's would taste.

As Daniel slept, I was left awake tossing and turning. I felt even worse once my horniess subsided. I shouldn't be thinking of sucking another man's dick, especially not while I'm sucking my boyfriends! I blamed all my pent up sexual frustration for putting those thoughts in my head. I told myself I wouldn't think of Jason anymore.

That didn't last long though.

Jason had been embarrassed in the bathroom that day, but he must have also felt the sparks the same as I had. It's like we had this inside joke and it changed our whole dynamic.

I'm not sure who started it, but it felt like we were playing some kind of unspoken game of chicken. I noticed that he had started wearing more tank tops around the house, showing off his muscles. Or he would strip off his shirt before heading to the bathroom after coming back from the gym. He caught me looking one time. His smirk said it all.

How could I stop thinking about him if he was going to tease me like that? I knew he was doing it just to be funny, but I don't think he realized just how much he was getting to me. I should have just ignored it, but the only thing I could think of was giving him a taste of his own medicine. Maybe that would scare him off.

I started small, wearing my really tight workout shorts around the house. They showed off my ass perfectly and I always got looks at the gym. I tried to catch Jason looking, but he didn't seem too bothered by it. I told myself I didn't care, but I did. I wanted him to watch me. I needed to go further. This was just a normal outfit, he probably saw girls wear this all the time when he was down at the gym.

The next day, I upped the ante. I found a pair of low rise jeans and wore a cute pink g-string with a little butterfly. I got the pants just right so that my panties didn't show when walking around, but would pop out easily if I bent over. I picked a shirt that showed off my midriff and had ample cleavage. I hadn't worn something like this since I was single in college. It wasn't completely inappropriate, but it was definitely meant to get attention.

That night Jason was in the kitchen preparing his dinner. Daniel was asleep on the couch. My stomach was in knots. I couldn't wait to see Jason's reaction. I walked into the kitchen very casually, barely paying attention to him and started searching through the cabinets. I bent over, aimlessly looking for nothing in particular in one of the lower cabinets. I could feel my panties riding up and I arched my back to push them up even higher.

I got down further, really digging through the cabinet, pretending to be completely oblivious to what was happening. I looked back slightly to see my dirty work. My thong was completely exposed, the pink strings contrasting against my skin. I felt so sexy.

I knew I had Jason's attention when I heard him curse because his food was burning. I laughed to myself.

I slowly backed out from under the cabinet making sure not to adjust anything. As I sat back on my heels, I looked back and said "Oops" as I tucked my panties back into my pants. I didn't make eye contact with Jason, but I knew he was looking.

Next I checked one of the high cabinets. I reached up for something on one of the higher shelves, but couldn't quite get there. I jumped slightly a few times, feeling my tits bounce.

"Can I help you get something?" Jason asked as he came over close to me.

"Would you mind grabbing that bowl up there?" I said, continuing to act oblivious.

Jason reached up and grabbed it easily, but on the way down I could tell he was looking straight down my cleavage. Our eyes met for a second and Jason quickly looked away. Perfect.

"Thanks," I said and strolled out of there, my objective complete.

Daniel was still asleep when I passed by and was clueless to what was going on. I got back to the room, feeling breathless. What a rush! It was exhilarating knowing Jason's eyes were all over me.

A few days passed and I thought I had won our little game. The rational side of me was glad. Good, now I could stop thinking about him. The devious side was disappointed though. Fun was over I guess.

That was until one morning later in the week. I was in the living room getting ready for an interview after Daniel had left for work. When Jason came in I hadn't even noticed him at first. He plopped onto the couch a seat over from me.

"Nervous for your interview," he said. I looked up ready to answer, but the words got lost. Jason was sitting there in just his boxers. No shirt, no pants. I took in his entire body and my eyes got wide. I glanced immediately at his crotch, unable to help myself. I could definitely see a bulge.

"What? Uhh yeah, a little bit nervous," I finally managed to say. I tried to regain some composure, but I just couldn't stop admiring his body. My blood was pumping and I could feel my heart beating in my chest.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for work?" I said, finally meeting his eye. I needed to try and get back the upperhand. "Or did you need help in the shower again," trying to force confidence.

"I was actually hoping that would become part of our morning routine," Jason laughed. He was on his game today. "But no, no work today. Usually, if I can, I like to schedule all my clients on the same days so I can leave a day off to just decompress."

"And what do you do to decompress?" I asked.

"Well it depends. Sometimes I'll hit the gym or other days I'll just veg playing video games or watching TV," he said, sitting back and looking totally relaxed.

"And do you usually do that in your underwear?" I said with a pointed look.

"Of course, it's the best." He was sitting there smiling. A smug look on his face.

"Why's that?" I asked

"Easy access in case the mood strikes." My eyes grew wide again and my face reddened. He laughed as soon as he said it. "Sorry, maybe that was too much information," he said, happy he had gotten a reaction out of me.

I tried to act normal, but now all I could think about was Jason rubbing one out. I'm sure that was by design.

Trying to put him back on his heels, I responded, "I mean everyone does it, it's not a big deal."

He looked at me. "Even you? You must be quiet as a mouse cause I never hear you," he said right back.

"Actually I'm very loud, so I haven't been able to since you moved in" I blurted out.

My face instantly became beat red, I could feel it getting hot. It had all just come tumbling out. Why would I say that?! Jason's eyebrows raised in surprise, but there was a slight smirk as well.

"Ok now I'm sharing too much," I said. I checked my watch. "I gotta run or I'm gonna be late." I got up quickly from the couch without looking at Jason.

As I left the room, I just couldn't help it. I looked back one more time and caught Jason's eyes. "Have fun 'decompressing' today," I said.

Jason laughed. "Good luck on your interview!"

Jason must have liked the reaction he had gotten because the rest of the week it seemed like he was always in his boxers when it was just me and him at home. I had to think of some way to get back at him. My little outfits were sexy, but I wanted to see him get red in the face like he had done to me.

But Saturday that was the furthest thing from my mind. Daniel and I were lying in bed cuddling. Saturday morning used to be one of our favorite times to have sex. No work, nowhere to be. I always slept naked so all I would need to do was rub against Daniel and he was ready to go. Unfortunately my body had gotten very used to that schedule and I was horny, although I guess that was pretty common these days. I pressed my breasts into Daniel, even though I knew there would be none of that today.

Daniel's phone buzzed and he reached over to get it.

"Oo Chris just texted me. Said he's in the neighborhood and wanted to see if we wanted to get breakfast," he read aloud.

Ugh, not Chris. He was so boring. He used to date this nice girl who I could talk to on our double dates, but they broke up a few months back. Now I dreaded when the three of us got together.

"You go honey. You guys always just end up talking about fantasy football and I'll get bored," I said.

"Are you sure sweetie? I feel bad leaving you on my day off," he responded.

"Really it's fine. I want to do some cleaning in the house anyway." I needed to distract myself anyway, since my horiness was reaching a boiling point.

Daniel got up and got ready and gave me a kiss on the forehead before leaving. A little while later I got up too, admiring my naked body in the mirror for a moment. I then moved to the closet to start looking for clothes to clean in. I normally would just throw on an old baggy white t-shirt. It was comfortable, I wouldn't be too hot and I didn't care if it got dirty. But with Jason in the house I guess I should find something more appropriate.